Alice Kingsleigh

— This is impossible.
— Only if you believe it is.

— Hatter, why is a raven like a writing desk?
— I haven't the slightest idea.

My father was Charles Kingsleigh. He had a vision that stretched halfway around the world, and nothing ever stopped him.

— Sometimes I believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
— That is an excellent practice.

— If you diverge from the path...
— I make the path.

The only way to achieve the impossible... is to believe it is possible.

He used to say the only thing worth doing, is what we do for others.

— Where's your corset? And no stockings.
— I'm against them.
— But you're not properly dressed.
— Who's to say what is proper? What if it was agreed that "proper" was wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?
— Alice.

— Must you always be so head strong?
— No, It's just more fun that way.

— My dear Alice, in the gardens of memory, in the palace of dreams. That is where you and I will meet.
— But a dream is not reality!
— And who's to say which is which?

Curiouser and curiouser.

You see, I used to think time was a thief, stealing everything I love. But I see now that you give before you take, And every day is a gift. Every hour, every minute, every second.

— You did it Alice. The impossible thing.
— Not as impossible as saying goodbye to you, my friends.

— Hamish tells me you've traveled the world these last three years.
— Yes, I just returned.
— Well then, how was it?
— The world?
— Yes.
— Highly enjoyable, you should visit it sometime.