Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

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

Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.

No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise.

Sentence first, verdict afterwards.

For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.