Linda Woolverton

There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter. Which luckily I am.

The Jabberwock, with eyes aflame, Jaws that bait and claws that catch, Beware the Jabberwock, my son, The frumious Bandersnatch He took his vorpal sword in hand The vorpal blade went snicker-snack He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. Its all about you, you know

'Twas brillig/and the slithy toves/did gyre and gimbel in the wabe/all mimsy were the borogoves/and the mome raths outgrabe.

Of course. Anyone can go by horse or rail, but the absolute best way to travel is by hat. Have I made a rhyme?

I'm sorry, Hamish. I can't marry you. You're not the right man for me. And there's that trouble with your digestion.

I love you, Margaret, but this is my life. I'll decide what to do with it.

You're lucky to have my sister for your wife, Lowell, and be good to her. I'll be watching very closely.

There is no prince, Aunt Imogene. You need to talk to someone about these delusions.

I happen to love rabbits, especially white ones.

Don't worry, Mother. I'll find something useful to do with my life.

You two remind me of some funny boys I met in a dream.

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.

I outgrew them. I've been growing an awful lot lately. I tower over everyone in Umbridge. They laugh at me. So, I've come to you hoping you might understand what it's like.

Six impossible things. Count them Alice. One. There's a potion that can make you shrink. Two. And a cake that can make you grow. Three. Animals can talk. Four, Alice. Cats can disappear. Five. There's a place called Wonderland. Six. I can slay the Jabberwocky.