Quotes About Alice

The gym? Alice didn't go to gyms. Had she woken up drunk in a gym?

There's a new Alice in town," said Alice. "You're not wrong about that." Nick seemed about to say something. He stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Here comes our little thug.

Alice walked into the kitchen one day and found Tom carefully stuffing his nose with frozen peas. I wanted to see if the peas would come out of my eyeballs, he told the doctor.

She always forgot how pain was so upsetting. Cruel. It hurt your feelings. You just wanted it to stop, please, right now. Epidurals were the way to go. One epidural for my headache, please. Thank you. "Alice,

Alice was not aimed at changing anyone's mind. There is no moralizing or didactic aspect to Alice and Through the Looking Glass. Both are nonsense satires which lampoon adults but make no attempt to instruct children and are nearly absent of sentimentality. This was revolutionary in children's fiction and allowed for the maturation of the genre.

Ah! Those strange people who have the courage to be unhappy! Are they unhappy, by the way?

Oh -- who's the Queen? Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.

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 see nobody on the road," said Alice. "I only wish I had such eyes," the King remarked in a fretful tone. "To be able to see Nobody!

One of the most obvious features that characterizes any technology is its in-betweenness. Suppose Alice lives in Rio de Janeiro, not in Oxford. A hat is a technology between her and the sunshine. A pair of sandals is a technology between her and the hot sand of the beach on which she is walking.

But not even a drunk can sleep through Boellmann's Toccata—not even outside the church, apparently. Alice enjoyed acting out how the drunken down-and-out had presented himself.

It seemed to Alice that the drunk should have been struck dead for using such language in a church, but before God could take any action against the down-and-out, William resumed playing—with a vengeance.

He's from Finland," Alice explained. "That means your father has gone to Helsinki, Jack.

These test results were bewildering to Jack's mother, Alice, who considered him to be an inattentive child; in her view, Jack's propensity for daydreaming made him immature for his age.

We got on his label, and the Bizarre organization is just going up and up. So we have faith.

Alice Green was a former Secret Service agent. She was not in the loop on the shadow campaign. Taryn said, "Alice is with the car. . . . What happened?

I have a sister and her name is Mimsy, like from "Alice in Wonderland," so we've got some strange names in our family.

The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to be a nonsense tale told by an idiot mathematician.

The rub is that any work of nonsense abounds with so many inviting symbols that you can start with any assumption you please about the author and easily build up an impressive case for it. Consider, for example, the scene in which Alice seizes the end of the White King's pencil and begins scribbling for him. In five minutes one can invent six different interpretations.

the hospital, I always felt like Alice at the Mad Hatter's tea party: I had woken up in a world that seemed utterly logical to its inhabitants but quite mad to me.

What did you do this morning, Alice?' she asked when I entered, picking up a copy of Phoebus Daunt's Epimetheus,* which had recently become a particular favourite of hers. 'I spent the morning reading, my Lady.' 'And what were you reading?' 'Mr Wilkie Collins's No Name, my Lady.

You're what," I asked, "Catholic? Fascist? Both?" It just popped out. I was out of practice with intellectuals of the right—I couldn't remember how to behave. All at once, in the distance, we heard a kind of sustained crackling. "What was that, do you think?" asked Alice. "It sounded like shooting," she added, hesitantly. We fell silent

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!

I never knew whether his speedy speech patterns reflected amphetamine use or an amphetamine mind. He would often lead me up blind alleys or through an endless labyrinth of incomprehensible logic. I felt like Alice with the Mad Hatter, negotiating jokes without punch lines, and having to retrace my steps on the chessboard floor back to the logic of my own peculiar universe.