Miss Liddell,” he’d groan, “this is all impossible! Don’t you understand that? It’s impossible!”
Her expression was all seriousness, as if he’d hit a nerve. “Impossible…?” she’d say slowly, eyes shining. “Impossible is just a word.

Brave, impossible Alice. Stop being so sensible.

Sometimes all you need is to be remembered, especially in a place where it’s so easy to forget.

But I know what it’s like when everyone seems to look at you as if you’re a strange creature impossible to understand, so much so you begin to wonder if they’re right.

I was going to make him proud of the man I would become. I was finally going to chart my own course, rattle the stars, and then… Then I would deserve it.”
“Deserve what?”
“The way he used to look at me, like I was a hero, or something close to one.

Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That's what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.