“Lewis exasperated her, always talking about life before the Plague and how it would be if everything was different. He was a dreamer. “It would be nice, but it’s not gonna happen, Lewis. You should...”

“What do you call yourself?" the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!"I wish I knew!" thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, "Nothing, just now.""Think again," it said: "that ...”

“Yes!" He says. "Fear is an excellent motivator. I find that it really brings out the true ingenuity of a creature.”

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