Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.

And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five what remains?" "Three hundred and sixty-four, of course." Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful, "I'd rather see that done on paper," he said.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” “Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter

Child of the pure, unclouded brow and dreaming eyes of wonder.

You shouldn't make jokes if it makes you so unhappy.