Lewis Carroll Land Quotations

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

when she thought it over afterwards it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural

There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter. Which, luckily, I am.

In a wonderland they lie, dreaming as the days go by

I think I should understand that better, if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.

Can you row?" the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting-needles as she spoke. "Yes, a little--but not on land--and not with needles--" Alice was beginning to say.

'What is the use of a book', thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?'

Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

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

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!

Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

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

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.

Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.

I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.

And how do you know that you're mad?

We haven't any and you're too young.

Everybody has won, and all must have prizes.

There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought!

The further off from England the nearer is to France- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does.

"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more."

If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.

It takes all the running you can do just to keep in the same place.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." "I don't much care where –" "Then it doesn't matter which way you go.

Please, Ma' am, is this New Zealand or Australia?

Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice 'but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing i ever saw in my life!

You used to be much more..."muchier." You've lost your muchness.

My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.

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

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

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is - oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate!

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

The further off from England, the nearer is to France - / Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.