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

You're mad, bonkers, off your head. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.

Nothing was ever accomplished with tears.

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?

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

No! It is my crown! I am the eldest!

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!

Chess, you dog.

— 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...

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

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