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, was...
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 sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better with the time,' she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.'`If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, `you...
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,...
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said Talk, child.Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I nev...
Two girls walk past in gargantuan heels and dresses so tight that their skin is spilling out, and one of them says to the other, Wait, who the fuck is Lewis Carroll? and in my imagination I pull a gun...
[…]¿Podrías decirme, por favor, qué camino he de tomar para salir de aquí?—Depende mucho del punto adonde quieras ir —contestó el Gato.—Me da casi igual adónde —dijo Alicia.—Entonces no importa qué ca...
It's ridiculous to leave all the conversation to the pudding!
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 an old...
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!Bewar...
I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Maybe Lewis G Carroll was on drugs too.
Alice asked the Cheshire Cat, who was sitting in a tree, What road do I take?The cat asked, Where do you want to go?I don’t know, Alice answered.Then, said the cat, it really doesn’t matter, does it?
Tumbling into a dark, Lewis Carroll labyrinth of filth, pursuing a white rabbit of smut!
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. ‘...
Where should I go? -Alice. That depends on where you want to end up. - The Cheshire Cat.
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...
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...
You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret all the best people are.
We CAN talk,' said the Tiger-lily: 'when there's anybody worth talking to