“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 ...”

“Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.”

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

“Its no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

“Cat: Where are you going?Alice: Which way should I go?Cat: That depends on where you are going.Alice: I dont know.Cat: Then it doesnt matter which way you go.”

“Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”