“Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant.”

Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well.

He was part of my dream, of course – but then I was part of his dream, too.

Life, what is it but a dream?

If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.

It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.

If everybody minded their own business, the world would go round a deal faster than it does.

My view of life is, that it’s next to impossible to convince anybody of anything.

In some ways, you know, people that don’t exist, are much nicer than people that do.

Of all things, I do like a Conspiracy! It’s so interesting!

How long is forever? Sometimes, just one second.

Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes: But the name of the secret is Love!

Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

Good books, like good friends, are few and chosen; the more select, the more enjoyable.

Books are a habit-forming drug.

Words – so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

Rest assured, as long as I am alive any book purporting to be with my cooperation is a falsehood.

In the books I read the sinners are always more interesting than the saints, and in real life good people are dismally dull. I’ve no desire to be wicked, but I do want to be happy. A short life and a gay one for me and I’m willing to pay for my pleasure if it is necessary.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.