When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

She felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

"She can't do Subtraction." said the White Queen. "Can you do Division? Divide a loaf by a knife-what's the answer to that?" "I suppose-" Alice was beginning, but the Red Queen answered for her. "Bread-and-butter, of course."

And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?

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

Curtsey while you're thinking what to say. It saves time.

It was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.