Alice Kingsley: This is impossible.
The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.
Blue Caterpillar: Who are you?
Alice Kingsley: Absolem?
Blue Caterpillar: You're not Absolem. I'm Absolem. Stupid girl.
The Mad Hatter: Have I gone mad?
Alice Kingsley: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are.
Alice: Hatter, why *is* a raven like a writing desk?
Mad Hatter: I haven't the slightest idea.
Alice Kingsley: Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Alice Kingsley: I try to believe in as many as six impossible things before breakfast. Count them, Alice. One, there are drinks that make you shrink. Two, there are foods that make you grow. Three, animals can talk. Four, cats can disappear. Five, there is a place called Underland. Six, I can slay the Jabberwocky.
Lady Ascot: Do you know what I fear most?
Alice Kingsley: The decline of the aristocracy?
Lady Ascot: Ugly grandchildren.
Alice: Curiouser and curiouser.
Mad Hatter: In the gardens of memory, in the palace of dreams, that is where you and I will meet.
Alice Kingsleigh: But a dream isn't reality.
Mad Hatter: Who's to say which is which?
Alice Kingsleigh: Time is a he?
White Queen: He is not someone you want as your enemy.
Alice Kingsleigh: Please, sir. The Hatter is in danger.
Time: Young lady, your time is up.
Mad Hatter: This cannot be good.
Alice Kingsleigh: What's the matter?
White Rabbit: The Hatter's the matter.
Alice Kingsleigh: Hatter is my truest friend. If he's in need, I will help him.
Edith Cushing: You're monsters. Both of you.
Lucille Sharpe: Funny. That's the last thing Mother said, too.
Edith Cushing: You lied to me.
Thomas Sharpe: I did.
Edith Cushing: You poisoned me.
Thomas Sharpe: I did.
Edith Cushing: You said you loved me.
Thomas Sharpe: I do.
Edith Cushing: I heard you the first time.
Thomas Sharpe: You're so... different.
Edith Cushing: From who?
Thomas Sharpe: ...everyone.
Society Girl: It seems he's a baronet.
Society Girl: What's a baronet?
Society Girl: Well, an aristocrat of some sort.
Edith Cushing: A man that feeds off land that others work for him. A parasite with a title.
Society Girl: This parasite is perfectly charming and a magnificent dancer. Although, that wouldn't concern you, would it, Edith, our very young Jane Austen?
Sasha: I'm just saying, Spermster's a hottie. Is he single?
Joni: Okay, first of all - ew - and second, he's a really good person, so I'd prefer it if you didn't taint him with your whore juice.
Sasha: Fair enough, hairy muff. I'm outta here.
Joni: He might be weird. I mean, he donated sperm. That's weird.
Laser: Well, you know, if he hadn't, we wouldn't be here, so... respect.
Charles Stoker: She always used to say: "There's nothing a man could master that a woman couldn't make."
India Stoker: What do you mean?
Evelyn Stoker: That sounds better in French.
India Stoker: What do you want from me?
Charles Stoker: To be friends.
India Stoker: We don't need to be friends. We're family.
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