Am I insane" asked Alice"yes, but all the best people are" replied her father

— Lewis Carroll

And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary onto put the subject by,"The rest next time--" "It is next time!" The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland

— Lewis Carroll

And how do you know that you're mad? "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" I suppose so, said Alice. "Well then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore, I'm mad.

— Lewis Carroll

And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject. Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: 'nine the next, and so on.' What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice. That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked: 'because they lessen from day to day.

— Lewis Carroll

And it certainly did seem a little provoking ('almost as if it happened on purpose,' she thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn't reach." The prettiest are always further!" she said at last, with a sigh at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off.

— Lewis Carroll

And vinegar that makes them sour—and chamomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know—

— Lewis Carroll

And what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?

— Lewis Carroll

Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody to take care of you?'' There's the tree in the middle,' said the Rose:'what else is it good for?'' But what could it do, if any danger came?' Alice asked.' It could bark,' said the Rose.

— Lewis Carroll

As children', wrote Alice Raises (Mrs. Wilson Fox) in The Times, January 22, 1932, 'we lived in On slow Square and used to play in the garden behind the houses. Charles Dodgson used to stay with an old uncle there, and walk up and down, his hands behind him, on the strip of lawn. One day, hearing my name, he called me to him saying, "So you are another Alice. I'm very found of Alice's. Would you like to come and see something which is rather puzzling?" We followed him into his house which opened, as ours did, upon the garden, into a room full of furniture with a tall mirror standing across one corner.' "Now," he said giving me an orange, "first tell me which hand you have got that in." "The right" I said. "Now," he said, "go and stand before that glass, and tell me which hand the little girl you see there has got it in." After some perplexed contemplation, I said, "The left hand." "Exactly," he said, "and how do you explain that?" I couldn't explain it, but seeing that some solution was expected, I ventured, "If I was on the other side of the glass, wouldn't the orange still be in my right hand?" I can remember his laugh. "Well done, little Alice," he said. "The best answer I've heard yet." "I heard no more then, but in after years was told that he said that had given him his first idea for Through the Looking-Glass, a copy of which, together with each of his other books, he regularly sent me.

— Lewis Carroll

At any rate I'd better be getting out of the wood, for really its coming on very dark. Do you think it's going to rain?' Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother, and looked up into it.' No, I don't think it is,' he said: 'at least - not under here. Nohow.'' But it may rain outside?'' It may - if it chooses,' said Tweedledee: 'we've got no objection. Contrariwise.

— Lewis Carroll