You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk.

It's too late to correct it: when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.

Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Alice thought to herself, 'Then there's no use in speaking.' The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her great surprise, they all thought in chorus (I hope you understand what thinking in chorus means--for I must confess that I don't), 'Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!

Alice came to a fork in the road. 'Which road do I take?' she asked. 'Where do you want to go?' responded the Cheshire Cat. 'I don't know,' Alice answered. 'Then,' said the Cat, 'it doesn't matter.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

Curiouser and curiouser.