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.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

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

“I don't like the look of it at all,” said the King: “however, it may kiss my hand, if it likes.” “I'd rather not,” the Cat remarked.

she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.

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

If it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.