I looked into your eyes and was captivated by the chaos that ran through you. I wish you hadn't said all the things I wanted to hear!
all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.
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...
...It is only now that memory works both ways. Which of us dreamed it - those from the country of nights five times as warm and as cold, or those who turned away and woke?
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 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...
It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that, whatever you say to them, they ALWAYS purr. 'If they would only purr for yes and mew for no, or any rule of that sort,...