We're All Mad Here.

Why Is A Raven Like A Writing Desk? - Mad Hatter I Haven't The Slightest Idea. - Alice

"all Right", Said The Cat; And This Time It Vanished Quite Slowly, Beginning With The End Of The Tail, And Ending With The Grin, Which Remained Some Time After The Rest Of It Had Gone.

Alice Came To A Fork In The Road. 'which Road Do I Take?' She Asked. 'where Do You Want To Go?' Responded The Cheshire Cat. 'i Don't Know,' Alice Answered. 'then,' Said The Cat, 'it Doesn't Matter.

If He Smiled Much More, The Ends Of His Mouth Might Meet Behind, And Then I Don't Know What Would Happen To His Head! I'm Afraid It Would Come Off!

"try Another Subtraction Sum. Take A Bone From A Dog: What Remains?" [asked The Red Queen] Alice Considered. "the Bone Wouldn't Remain, Of Course, If I Took It-and The Dog Wouldn't Remain; It Would Come To Bite Me-and I'm Sure I Shouldn't Remain!" "then You Think Nothing Would Remain?" Said The Red Queen. "i Think That's The Answer." "wrong, As Usual," Said The Red Queen, "the Dog's Temper Would Remain."