“No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.”

“But now? Now? Children in the twentieth and this early twenty-first century hated the Alice books, couldn't read them, and why should they? Their world had strayed into madness long ago. Look at the planet. Rain is acid, poisonous. Sun causes cancer. Sex=death. Children murder other children. Parents lie, leaders lie, the churches have less moral credibility than Benetton ads.And the faces of missing children staring out from milk cartons-imagine all those poor Lost Boys, and Lost Girls, not in Neverland but lost here, lost now. No wonder Wonderland isn't funny anymore: We live there full-time. We need a break from it.”

“We`re not in Wonderland anymore, Alice.”

“There are different eras in our lives when we need a break from marriage or a relationship and some others when we need a break from loneliness.”

“Isn't it funny how we live inside the lies we believe?”

“Isn't it funny, how often we meet our destiny in the very place we try to hide from it?”