Lance Loud Quotes

I feel like 'Alice Through the Looking Glass.'

We're not in Wonderland anymore Alice.

I have been wandering with Alice in Wonderland and been having tea with the Mad Hatter.

I've never told you the story of Alice in Wonderland, have I?

I have a very childish attitude to books - a very non-analytic enthusiasm... like Alice falling down the chute.

As a child, I copied Tenniel's illustrations from 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' obsessively, particularly his drawing of the white rabbit in waistcoat and frockcoat, umbrella tucked under one arm and a fob watch in paw, a look of suppressed panic in his eye.

Personally, I would sooner have written Alice in Wonderland than the whole Encyclopedia Britannica.

As kids, we lived in this magical world and roamed free in the gardens. I was obsessed with 'Alice in Wonderland.' My dad cut the hedges so that they started shorter and grew taller, so I could run up and down and feel like I was shrinking.

I know the Mad Hatter has a long history in the 'Batman' canon. He's quite a historically rich character, and he's come in a lot of shapes and forms and interpretations.

What makes an actor, I think, is a combination of a deep curiosity about life and a case of the crazies.

I may not lead the most dramatic life, but in my brain it's 'War and Peace' everyday.

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.

Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice 'but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing i ever saw in my life!

It was too exactly as imagined to be true. But I felt as gladly and expectantly disorientated, as happily and alertly alone, as Alice in Wonderland.

Oh -- who's the Queen?" "Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.

I've always had a real fascination with Alice in Wonderland and really related to it in some way. And since I was little, people always nicknamed me Alice, even total strangers. I do know I'm always in Wonderland. And I'm definitely just as curious. I don't mind being amongst the mad people, I enjoy it.

The Red Queen shook her head. "You may call it 'nonsense' if you like," she said, "but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!

But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.

And then, well . . . He might have slept for a bit. He rather hoped he was sleeping, because he was quite certain he’d seen a six-foot rabbit hopping through his bedchamber, and if that wasn’t a dream, they were all in very big trouble. Although really, it wasn’t the rabbit that was so dangerous as much as the giant carrot he was swinging about like a mace. That carrot would feed an entire village.

I can't remember ever having a tragic demeanor. Although my life was tragedy.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

I put on my dream-cap one day and stepped into Wonderland.

Misery, depression, elation all mine, refine confinement all my design.