Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

It's always tea-time.

Take my friends and my home - as an outcast I'll roam: Take the money I have in the bank: It is just what I wish, but deprive me of fish, And my life would indeed be blank.

Ill try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation?

I never thought of that before! It's my opinion that you never think at all.