Quotes from Lewis Carroll

That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first—' 'Living backwards!' Alice repeated in great astonishment. 'I never heard of such a thing!' '—but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.' 'I'm sure MINE only works one way,' Alice remarked. 'I can't remember things before they happen.' 'It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what

Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you.—Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial: For really this morning I've nothing to do. Said the mouse to the cur, Such a trial, dear Sir, With no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath. I'll be judge, I'll be jury, Said cunning old Fury: I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.

Down the Rabbit-Hole

One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it:—it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it COULDN'T have had any hand in the mischief.

I warn you, dear child. If I lose my temper, you lose your head. Understand?

conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?

It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very simply and neatly arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it.

It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; Alice heard it muttering to itself, The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh, my dear paws! Oh, my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder? Alice

Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can, And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran: Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea— And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!

How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle!

There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away. 'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested, '- or some sal-volatile.' 'I didn't say there was nothing BETTER,' the King replied. 'I said there was nothing LIKE it.

Suddenly the Professor started as if he had been electrified. Why, I had nearly forgotten the most important part of the entertainment! The Other Professor is to recite a Tale of a Pig I mean a Pig-Tale, he corrected himself. It has Introductory Verses at the beginning, and at the end. It can't have Introductory Verses at the end, can it? said Sylvie. Wait till you hear it, said the Professor: then you will see. I'm not sure it hasn't some in the middle, as well.

Wonderland, though

No puedo volver al pasado porque entonces era una persona diferente.

How fond she is of finding morals in things!' Alice thought to herself.

I know what you're thinking about," said Tweedle-dum, "But it ain't so, nohow." "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.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood:

I beg your pardon?' Alice said with a puzzled air. 'I'm not offended,' said Humpty Dumpty.

It's more like a corkscrew than a path!

Am I addressing the White Queen?' 'Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!

What mattered it to her just then that the rushes had begun to fade and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that she picked them? Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very little while-- and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet-- but Alice hardly noticed this, there were so many other curious things to think about.

She stretched herself up on tiptoe and peeped over the edge and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, that was sitting on the top, with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.