Character: Alice. Page 5

The selection is small. You can surround yourself with the pain or avoid it and let it find you when you're trying to do other things.

If there were medals and prizes for stupidity and naivete, I'd have gotten my.

Even now I do not know what part of me is real, and what is taken from books.

The secret remains a secret, until he tells someone else.

The time moaning, it's all because of my stupidity. I stole the chronosphere.
- Why don't you do it again.

- He has a dream! said Tweedledum. And how do you think, who is he dreaming about?
- I don't know, Alice answered. - That no one can say.
- He has you! - Tweedledum cried out happily and clapped her hands. If he didn't see you in my dreams where, I wonder, were you?
Where I am, of course, - said Alice.
- But you are wrong! - said with contempt Tweedledum. You would then generally nowhere to be found! You're just a dream to him in a dream.

How are you feeling, Alice?
- Insane, is my favorite answer. Need to get a copyright.

Lewis, you write the book? Write me, please?
- What the book is about, Alice?
- The Crazy, Lewis. You will write a book about the beautiful madness.

His smile is the devil, and dimples - the angels.

Oh, God, I wish I didn't cry so much.

The more, the better!

To think that because some things can be so reduced that turn into nothing.

That's what I fell, so fell! To fall down the stairs for me now is nothing.

Yes I mean oilman gave!