Alice in Wonderland (1951)

It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't, and contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be and what it wouldn't be, it would.

I'm sorry, but how can one possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?

— Uh, I say, how are you getting on?
— Not at all
— Beg pardon?
— I said, not at all!

Sentence first! Verdict afterwards!

Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.

Curiouser and curiouser!

I do wish. I hadn't cried so much.