"When I was a boy my mother often said to me: "Get married, son, and see how happy you will be." I have looked all over, but no girlie can I find, who seems to be just like the little girl I have in mind; I will have to look around until the right one I have found."

"The law is just... Just a whisper away. A way home to wonder. Wonder who... Who knows how to measure rules... With a ruler... Cruel rules."

"The world is upside-down, Alice. Inmates run the asylum - no offence - and worst of all... I'm left tea-less!"

"Steps to enlightenment brighten the way; but the steps are steep. Take them one at a time."

"The dimensions of this desolate track are unknown to all but the inhabitants."

"To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting."

"When the remarkable becomes bizarre, reason turns rancid."

"A reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes."

"Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I'd run."

"Only a few find the way, some don't recognize it when they do - some... don't ever want to."

"The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die."

"Every adventure requires a first step. Trite, but true, even here."

"Only fools believe that suffering is just wages for being different."

"Only the insane equate pain with success."

"Different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means not the same."

"A secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another."

"Abandon that hope! A new law reigns in this wonderland Alice, it's very rough justice all around. We're at risk here. You, be on your guard."

"Ah, Alice. We can't go home again. No surprise, really. Only a very few find the way, and most of them don't recognize it when they do. Delusions, too, die hard with memory. Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth. Forgetting pain is convenient, remembering it: agonizing. But recovering the truth is worth the suffering. And our Wonderland, though damaged, is safe in memory... for now."

"Every picture tells a story. Sometimes we don't like the ending. Sometimes we don't understand it."

"Threats, promises and good intentions don't amount to action."

"Puurrfect. When you're not on edge, you're taking up too much space."

"Fire! I'm in Hell!"

"My memories make me vomit."

"My head's exploded and there's a steam hammer in my chest!"

"Blasted Cat!"

"I know their pain. I would assist. But is sanity required for the job?"

"My Wonderland is shattered. It's dead to me."

"I want to forget! Who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories? [bitter]"

"I've not come back here looking for a fight."

"This is good for me. I'm not insane! I didn't kill my family. I am fine. I'm not mad. I am innocent, I mean, not guilty!"

"Wonderland has become quite strange. How is one to find her way?"

"It's not a dream. It's a...memory. And it makes me sick!"

"You've used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me!"

"Who set that bloody train in motion? Where has it come from?"

"I know I'm guilty of something, but punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime."

"I know what's real!"

"Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?"

"What you claim not to know is merely what you've denied. You've recaptured your vagrant memories. What are you doing with them?"

"Another day, a different dream perhaps."

"You shouldn't ask questions you know the answer to, it's not polite."

"Make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed!"

"I may survive here, but you're finished!"

"You don't know your own mind!"

"Memory is a curse more often than a blessing."

"The cost of forgetting is high."

"The past must be paid for."

"A flower's purpose is simple and immutable. Human purpose is fickle because it is a slave to memory. Memories must be strictly managed, Alice. Unproductive ones must be eliminated."

"Nurse Witless: Still a mess, no surprise. Her kin roasted like chestnuts right before her eyes. Ten years in Rutledge Asylum wasted everyone's time! Dr Bumby won't do better. Still hauling out her questions: the fire, her memory. I deserve consideration, don't I? Who found her her new clothes? Who got her a place at Bumby's? Where she'd be without me? On the street, selling her backside! Likes my pigeons, though. She's doled out the odd pound or two. But I know what's worth more than that! Kept her secret, haven't I? Heard her say 'All died on my account, I couldn't save you!' I've told her my silence is for sale, cheap! I'm a good sort, really, not like her nanny, that uppity whore! Or that lawyer fellow Radcliffe [who] took her stupid rabbit! Need money... warned her I'd tell the coppers if she didn't make a 'donation' to my upkeep. She yells and goes off her head. Days she can't remember her name, what I heard."

"Dr Bumby: Come, Alice, am I not to be as much honoured and obeyed as the Queen? Is that asking too much? I want what she wanted. Give yourself over to that: trade the tentacles for the train. It's altogether a better ride. It's that or back to Rutledge!"