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! You're a serpent; and there's...
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 do.Al...
I don't think... then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.
Well, in OUR country,’ said Alice, still panting a little, ‘you’d generally get to somewhere else—if you ran very fast for a long time, as we’ve been doing.’‘A slow sort of country!’ said the Queen. ‘...
I don't like the looks of it,' said the King: 'however, it may kis my hand, if it likes.''I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.
For the snark was a boojum, you see.
The Red Queen shook her head. You may call it 'nonsense' if you like, she said, but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!
Where should I go? -Alice. That depends on where you want to end up. - The Cheshire Cat.
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: some of the other...
He's dreaming now,' said Tweedledee: 'and what do you think he's dreaming about?'Alice said 'Nobody can guess that.''Why, about YOU!' Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. 'And if he...
Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on: 'And how do you know that you're mad?''To begin with,' said the Cat, 'a dog's not mad. You grant that?''I suppose so,' said Alice.'Well...
I suppose you don’t want to lose your name?’‘No, indeed,’ Alice said, a little anxiously.‘And yet I don’t know,’ the Gnat went on in a careless tone: ‘only think how convenient it would be if you coul...
Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter. I told you butter wouldn't suit the works! he added, looking angrily at the March Hare. It was the best butter, the March Hare meekly replied.
She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes;
In most gardens, the Tiger-lily said, they make the beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep.
How long is forever?Sometimes just one second
Why it's simply impassible!Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible?Door: No, I do mean impassible. Nothing's impossible!
And how do you know that you're mad? To begin with, said the Cat, a dog's not mad. You grant that? I suppose so, said Alice. Well then, the Cat went on, you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags...
There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.