I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

For first you write a sentence, And then you chop it small; Then mix the bits and sort them out Just as they chance to fall: The order of the phrases makes no difference at all.

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

You know," he (Tweedledee) added very gravely, "it's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle--to get one's head cut off." pg. 199

...those serpents! There's no pleasing them!

Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant.

It's always tea-time.