I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. “I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!...

It is understandable you would want to come back as yourself into a wonderland with the sharpness of colour of the Queen of Hearts in a newly opened pack of cards. But coming back as...

I ground my teeth. “Just when I thought I was getting a handle on this whole Dark One/demon lord/imp thing, you go and throw knockers into the mix. I’m going to have to request that...

But, I nearly forgot, you must close your eyes otherwise you won’t see anything

Where should I go?” -Alice. “That depends on where you want to end up.” – The Cheshire Cat.

The human mind prefers something which it can recognize to something for which it has no name, and, whereas thousands of persons carry field glasses to bring horses, ships, or steeples close to them, only...

He lifted his shirt, and on his back was the White Rabbit, wearing his waistcoat and looking at his watch. It was just like the illustration from the book. Only standing next to him, back-to-back,...

For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into half halves – to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much as mention Him...

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what...

Eat me,” I was told by another. They had opposite effects – I grew and shrank, I believed and did not believe. I cried and then found myself swimming in my own own tears.

Running along the bank was a white rabbit wearing a waistcoat and looking worriedly at a clock. Appearing and disappearing at various points on both banks was a dark blue British police telephone booth, out...

Take off your hat,” the King said to the Hatter.”It isn’t mine,” said the Hatter.”Stolen!” the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a memorandum of the fact.”I keep them to sell,” the...

Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.

But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in “Death of the Mad Hatter” (Coming Soon!)

When we were little,” the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, “we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle –...

And it certainly did seem a little provoking (‘almost as if it happened on purpose,’ she thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always...

Lewis Carroll. He was an odd one. Real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Completely denied having anything to do with the Alice books. Daft as a brush. You’d have liked him!

Suddenly, the world I had scrutinised for so long was all around me, as if I had leaned forward and climbed into the television like Alice through the looking-glass. I had no idea just how...

It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ says the White Queen to Alice.

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

How come “burbled” gets to be in the Oxford English Dictionary but “tulgy” doesn’t? Hm?

To hear a truth, we must first suspect that our present truth might not be. Like Alice’s White Queen, who often believed six impossible things before breakfast, I believed many things in my life, considering...

Speak English!” said the Eaglet. “I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and, what’s more, I don’t believe you do either!” And the Eaglet bend down its head to hide a smile:...

If you think we’re waxworks,” he said, “you ought to pay, you know.Waxworks weren’t made to be looked at for nothing. Nohow!””Contrariwise,” added the one marked ‘DEE’, “if you think we’re alive, you ought to...

Why it’s simply impassible!Alice: Why, don’t you mean impossible?Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing’s impossible!

I am here because I have to be here, as here I am supposed to be! All things should be, and usually are, found in their rightful places. Can you imagine how chaotic the world...

The time has come,” the walrus said, “to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings

A likely story indeed!” said the Pigeon, in a tone of the deepest contempt. “I’ve seen a good many little girls in my time, but never one with such a neck as that! No, no!...

If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

Fuathan don’t come out until after dark. Sunlight kills them.’‘Like vampires?’‘Kind of. Very mean, sub-aquatic vampires who don’t need to drink your blood, but might do it anyway, just for fun.

It’ll be no use their putting their heads down and saying “Come up again, dear!”I shall only look up and say “Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then,if I like being that...

I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G Carroll was on drugs too.

I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter

Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing–turn your toes out when you walk—And remember who you are!

Alice: I didn’t know that cheshire cats grinned. In fact, I didn’t know that cats could grin.Duchess: They can, and most of ’em do.

I always thought they were fabulous monsters!” said the Unicorn. “Is it alive?””It can talk,” said Haigha, solemnly.The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said, “Talk, child.”Alice could not help her lips curling up into...

You crave chaos. You’re happiest when the world is in an uproar. You thrive on madness. Even when your magic is at its best when it’s the catalyst to confusion. You still can’t admit this?

Contrariwise,’ continued Tweedledee, ‘if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.

I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.

You’re enough to try the patience of an oyster!

Progress in evil was quick and easy; Apollyon was not a chap who hid himself and he gave every assistance in his power. The growth in goodness was so slow, at times so flat, so...

Oh, don’t go on like that!” cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. “Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you’ve come today. Consider what o’clock it is....

What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!”I wish I knew!” thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, “Nothing, just now.””Think again,” it said: “that won’t...