No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.

Why lock yourself in your own cage when someone is handing you a key?

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.

It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter upon them all.

The nature of the world is to be calm, and enhance and support life, and evil is an absence of the inclination of matter to be at peace.

No," she cried, "no, no, I'm not a harem, I'm not a woman, I'm not a person, no.