Tarrant Hightopp / Mad Hatter

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

But you would have to be half-mad to dream me up.

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

Why is it you're always too small or too tall?

You ran out on them to save your own skin, you guddler's scuttish pilgar lickering shukm juggling sluking urpal. Bar lom muck egg brimni!

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame
Jaws that bite and claws that catch!
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
And the frumious Bandersnatch!
He took his Vorpal sword in hand
The Vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back

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

Twinkle Twinkle little bat
How I wonder where you're at
Up above the world you fly
Like a tea tray in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle...
Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle...

You're not the same as you were before. You were much more muchier. You've lost your muchness.

Very important thing, a family. Only have one.

— 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?

Anyone can go by horse or rail, but the absolute best way to travel is by hat.