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

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...

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!

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.”Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub...

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

As children’, wrote Alice Raikes (Mrs. Wilson Fox) in The Times, January 22, 1932, ‘we lived in Onslow Square and used to play in the garden behind the houses. Charles Dodgson used to stay with...

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

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,...