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 all my life!'
Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!'
You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, 'that I like what I get is the same thing as I get what I like!' 'You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, 'that ‘I breathe when I sleep’ is the same thing as I sleep when I breathe!'
And what is the use of a book,' thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?'
Imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality.
Curiouser and curiouser!
No wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.
Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself; ‘in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?’ And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
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 it’s tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.'
In the realm of aesthetics, reason is always subordinate to perception.