- “Oh Tiger-lily” - said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind – “I wish you could talk!”
- “We can talk” - said the Tiger-lily – “when there's anybody worth talking to."
Alice was so astonished that she could not speak for a minute: it quite seemed to take her breath away. At length, as the Tiger-lily only went on waving about, she spoke again, in a timid voice, almost in a whisper:
– “And can all the flowers talk?”
- “As well as you can” - said the Tiger-lily. (…)
(…) Alice estava agora sobre a relva verde de um canteiro, cercada de lírios e margaridas.
Lewis Caroll, Through the Looking Glass / O Outro Lado do Espelho