I’m a threat to anything that hurts Wonderland, including indifference.

Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter

To be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is… Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends.

The mad indulge in speaking to their own beautiful abstract

Well, I want novels,' said Tessa. 'Or poetry. Books are for reading, not for turning oneself into livestock.'
Will's eyes glittered. 'I think we may have a cope of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland about somewhere.'
Tessa wrinkled her nose. 'Oh, that's for little children, isn't it?' she said. "I never liked it much-seemed like so much nonsense.'
Will's eyes were very blue. 'There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.