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Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage,
Do you really think these are Alice's tears?" I ask. "That I'm supposed to make them go away somehow?"
"I'm the wrong guy to ask. I just saw a skeleton with antlers and a forest of aphid-noshing flower zombies.
I can be President of the United States, or I can control Alice. I cannot possibly do both.
Alice was pretty enough and played piano well, but she was educated in excess of a lady's requirements. She was also possessed of a quiet, stubborn strength of character that had discouraged beaux less determined than Henry Holliday, a Georgia planter ten years her senior.
She looked fragile. Alone. Prisoner in the room through the mirror; an Alice who never made it back through the looking-glass.
Like your sweet, affectionate house cat, Alice Dahl is easy to underestimate. It's not until the songbirds in the yard show up eviscerated on the front porch that you realize you should've kept that bell collar on her - because those poor birds never even saw her coming.
Am i insane" asked alice
"yes, but all the best people are" replied her father
The Alice books belong to a branch of literature that speaks deeply and clearly to the human psyche--stories of the journey.
I've never told you the story of Alice in Wonderland, have I?
Alice less winsome than weird, and treated Lydia like a Cerberus,
You want a real thing?" asked Alice. "I'll tell you a real one. You got anything left to you to love, anything at all, do it.
Alice Stewart [is] a much underestimated scientist who has been an indomitable challenger of the establishment and a thorn in the flesh of the nuclear industry.
Alice said once that she'd never been appalled by anything. Elisabeth said that was appalling.
Conscience, resolve, loyalty, the kind of far sight that Mia wanted, the fearlessness to cross strange borders, whatever it was that gave Alice the guts to stick up for herself when Tweedledum and Tweedledee informed her she wasn't real.
Alice wonders if anyone has ever tended Jill, in any way, and if her intelligent ferocity is what happens when a girl has had to teach herself how to be human.
She didn't have to be Cheshire's ideal of a Magician or Hatcher's ideal of a lover or her parents' ideal of a daughter. She could be Alice.
Alice gave a little scream of laughter.
You know your all fucks! why am i so dichable? now how am i supposed to kill you with out upseting that poor nice women!? God damnit alice i liked you why did you have to be such a bitch
Alice smiled her wide smile. The crooked incisor smile.
And what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?
Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.
Alice: Did you phone her, beg her to come back - when you went for lovely walks?
Dan: Yes.
Alice: You're a piece of shit.
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
Alice was deemed too young for the events that catered to their guests, and too nervous to sing or perform as an excuse to be among them, so her interactions with Lord Fenton were reserved for a few picnics and ... one grass fire.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
Ghosts!" gasped Alice. "Real, live ghosts?"
"No! Not 'real, live ghosts!' Spooky, dead ghosts!
To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said 'I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.
Life has taught Alice Bhatti that every little step forward in life is preceded by a ritual humiliation. Every little happiness asks for a down payment. Too many humiliations and a journey that goes in circles means that her face is permanently in the red. She accepts that role. 'I'll do my best'.
She was holding the Starblade.
It was Alice.
One hot summer night in San Francisco, roughly 10 years ago, I was sitting in a crowded Pacific Heights restaurant when Alice Adams walked in with a man. She was about 60 at the time, and she was wearing a skirt that fell an inch or so above her knees and flat heels without stockings.
She wanted to protect us from worry, from sadness, from loneliness
things her parents had not been able to protect her from. (About Alice)
This wasn't Weirdville, this was fricking Wonderland. Alice here was all grow up, but she was still chowing down on too much of that psychedelic mushroom.
Be a good little Alice and just follow the White Rabbit, okay?
A while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key,
Alice knows everything about me, and accepts the fact that we can be together for only a short while. She has agreed to go away when I tell her to go. It's painful to think about that, but what we have, I suspect, is more than most people find in a lifetime.
Let us go then, you and I, like Alice down the rabbit hole, to a time when there still were dark places in the world, and there were men who dared to delve into them.
An old man, I am a boy again.
And dead, the monstrumologist lives.
Perhaps the old lady had kidnapped Michela, had found her in the park and taken her away, because she had a violent desire for a little girl but couldn't have children. Her womb was defective or else she was unwilling to make a bit of room in it.
Just like me, thought Alice.
I glimpsed Alice in Wonderland.
Her voice smelled like an orange,
though I'd never peeled an orange.
I knocked on the walls, in a circle.
Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!
I am real!" said Alice, and began to cry.
Nick looks at Alice like she's the only person on the planet he can see in full color.
This was like being Alice in a very twisted Wonderland ...
In the ladies' room, Alice studied her image in the mirror. The reflected older woman's face didn't quite match the picture that she had of herself in her mind's eye.
I can either run the country or I can control Alice, but I can't possibly do both.
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
Alice couldn't explain why, exactly, but she knew now that things had changed between them. Oliver had become her friend in an absolute, uncomplicated way. She was done fighting him, and he was done lying to her.
He got Alice, the way we did, or maybe even more so than us. He made her more confident, funnier, smarter. He brought out all the things that were there already and let her be fully herself, so she seemed to shine with this inner light.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
I was one thing at one time, and I'm something new. I'm a new creature now. Don't judge Alice by what he used to be. Praise God for what I am now.
The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to be a nonsense tale told by an idiot mathematician.
At half past three, in the ditch of the night, Alice said: Oh, Mummy, too bad! Fading roses, this garden's over.
I've always been called 'Suki,' but my actual first name is Alice.
I am Alice in Wonderland', Josie thought. 'Watch me fall.
From the moment I fell down that rabbit hole I've been told where I must go and who I must be. I've been shrunk, stretched, scratched, and stuffed into a teapot. I've been accused of being Alice and of not being Alice but this is *my* dream. *I'll* decide where it goes from here.
In order to keep liking Nick (as opposed to loving him which was completely non-negotiable) Alice sometimes had to look at him obliquely or with her eyes half closed or through a pin hole on a piece of cardboard. Straight on would burn her retinas.
No one who was not by nature a lover of logic, and an extreme precisian in the use of words and phrases, could have written the two "Alice" books.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not
Alice Malloy had dark, stringy hair, and even her husband, who loved her more than he knew, was sometimes reminded by her lean face of a tenement doorway on a rainy day, for her countenance was long, vacant, and weakly lighted, a passage for the gentle transports and miseries of the poor.
I, Kusama, am the modern Alice in Wonderland.
Despite her self-reproach, she envied Anna, that she could do what Alice couldn't - keep her children safe from harm. Anna would never have to sit opposite her daughter, her firstborn, and watch her struggle to comprehend the news that she would someday develop Alzheimer's.
Next was Alice. I gave her a book by Anne Rice because she is always talking about her. And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess she didn't know how much she talked or how much I listen.
Finally she stopped resisting and called a truce. Young Alice was allowed to stay as long as she didn't eat too much chocolate.
A lot of my love of literature comes from Oz and Alice.
What is the answer?
[ I [Alice B Toklas] was silent ]
In that case, what is the question?
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.
Alice! You know I love you like a sister!"
"Words." she growled.
After these came the royal children; there were ten of them, and the little dears came jumping merrily along hand in hand, in couples; they were all ornamented with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among them Alice recognised the White Rabbit:
I've never felt just like me, just like Alison. I can't be myself in this family because it's more important that I be ... this person who's not ... Adam. Who's normal. Smart. Good. Who's not ... Autistic.
But, said Alice, if the world has absolutely no sense, who's stopping us from inventing one?
(for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen
Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible. There
Elisa Albert in a nutshell: funny, self-aware, and genuinely fearless that she might be a lunatic, or a genius, or both.
I bet you thought I was Alison, didn't you? Well, sorry, but I'm not. Duh. She's dead.
Old post cards, tin wind-up toys with rusted gears, buttons long out of fashion, ticket stubs found in a shoebox in the attic - these are the things Alice likes, not new stuff that comes sealed in plastic.
The afternoon our story begins, the quiet parts of being alive were the busiest: wind unlocking Windows; rainlight nudging curtains apart; fresh-cut grass tickling unsocked feet. Days like this made Alice want to set off on a great adventure.
Alice had to be small to enter Wonderland.
Since Alice had never received any religious instruction, and since she had led a blameless life, she never thought of her awful luck as being anything but accidents in a very busy place. Good for her.
you-know-who." Amy
The truth was that we all faced death here. For my part I was somewhat fatalistic - if it happened, then so be it. But I wanted to survive. The future - even without Alice - called to me, and I didn't want that taken away.
She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.
Brenna Kelly, meet Alice Price-Healy. Grandma, meet Breanna. No one is shooting, stabbing or immolating anyone in this hotel room."
"Please," added Dominic. "I have to sleep here."
"HAIL!" Rejoiced the mice. "HAIL THE LACK OF STABBING, SHOOTING AND FLAME!
I had no doubt in my mind that I loved Alice (Tom Ward).
Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop
Few of us, however, have Alice's courage, at the end of the book, to stand up (literally)for our convictions and refuse to hold our tongue.
'Alice' took over two years to make and took a great deal of planning, obviously much more than usual. We spent so much more time prepping the film, and that was unique for us.
And I am waiting/ for Alice in Wonderland/ to retransmit to me/ her total dream of innocence
pg. 52// A Coney Island of the Mind
Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, 'If you please, sir
' The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept
Numbers are everywhere," said Denis. "They're always the same, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"But Alice is only here."
"Yes."
"So you've already made up your mind.
A knife. A silver knife, like the one that had cut out Alice's heart.
Alice experienced one of her swift certainties then. She wasn't sure where they came from, these insights into other people's states of mind, only that they arrived unexpectedly and fully formed. She just knew things sometimes. To
Curiouser and curiouser! Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English).
In a world that was not easy for Alice to bear or understand, flies were the final and malicious burden laid upon her.
How could you leave me behind to explode?"
"Er," Alice said, "I'm not sure how to--"
"Oh--you have a clockwork cat. This is very nice. I will forgive you if I may pet the cat.
Mattia thought that he and Alice were like that, twin primes, alone and lost, close but not close enough to really touch each other.
Abby. She's a pigeon. A demonic pigeon that fucks with my head so bad I can't think straight. Nothing makes sense anymore, Cam. Every rule I've ever made's getting broken one by one. I'm a pussy. No ... worse. I'm Shep.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Alice:How long is forever? White Rabbit:Sometimes, just one second.
Mother often said that she could never be bothered to understand why Alice did the things she did, and now, more than ever, Alice thought never being bothered was a very lazy way to love someone.
Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless
That was the moment when Alice knew for sure that she and Charlie Erdling would be friends for the rest of their lives.