Quotes About Lewis Carroll

Annotated Alice: The Definitive Edition.

You evidently do not suffer from "quotation-hunger" as I do! I get all the dictionaries of quotations I can meet with, as I always want to know where a quotation comes from.

'twas bryllig and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths out grabe.

Lewis Carroll and J. M. Barrie were very strange men, and such is the nature of the written word that their personal strangeness shines straight through all the layers of Disneyfication like X-rays through a wall. Probably

I always call him Lewis Carroll Carroll, because he was the first Humbert Humbert.

The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her surprise, they all thought in chorus." — LEWIS CARROLL, Through the Looking-Glass

I am not unique in my elegiac sadness at watching reading die, in the era that celebrates Stephen King and J.K. Rowling rather than Charles Dickens and Lewis Carroll.

Newtonian physics runs into problems at the subatomic level. Down there--in the land of hadrons, quarks, and Schrödinger's cat--things gent freaky. The cool rationality of Isaac Newton gives way to the bizarre unpredictability of Lewis Carroll.

Why it's simply impassible! Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible? Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing's impossible!

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"Said his father. "Don't give yourself airs!Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?Be off, or I'll kick you downstairs!"

I am fond of children — except boys.

'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare"You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair."

Advance twice, set to partners… change lobsters, and retire in same order.

"It was the best butter," the March Hare meekly replied.

Why it's simply impassible! Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible? Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing's impossible!

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

The recent extraordinary discovery in Photography, as applied in the operations of the mind, has reduced the art of novel-writing to the merest mechanical labour.

I've always thought that Lewis Carroll himself had a certain comedy tinge to him. He was a guy who was a satirist. He really was a social commentator in many ways and was trying to satirize Victorian society.

There are days when it seems to me that in literature the most convincing depiction of the world in which we live is to be found in the phantasmagorical kingdom through which Lewis Carroll took Alice on a tour.

I'm getting rather hoarse, I fear, After so much reciting: So, if you don't object, my dear, We'll try a glass of bitter beer - I think it looks inviting.

I took all this criticism very personally, thinking I was bringing about America's moral decay. So I decided to write children's books. This was a stretch for me, because I hate children. But, Dr. Seuss hated children. So did Hans Christian Andersen. Lewis Carroll loved children in a way that's illegal in forty-eight states. (I mentioned this in a lecture, and someone asked, "What are the two states where it's okay?" That's how I met R. Kelly.)

Lewis Carroll. He was an odd one. Real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Completely denied having anything to do with the Alice books. Daft as a brush. You'd have liked him!