“Tumbling into a dark, Lewis Carroll labyrinth of filth, pursuing a white rabbit of smut!”
“I always call him Lewis Carroll Carroll, because he was the first Humbert Humbert.”
“Are you Lewis Carroll?" Redd asked him.”
“Many have referred to [Lewis] Carroll's rhymes as nonsense, but in my childhood world — Los Angeles in the '50s — they made perfect sense.”
“Mouse sandwiches and open graves?" Meredith arched an elegant eyebrow. "I think you're getting Stephen King mixed up with Lewis Carroll.”
“I am not unique in my elegiac sadness at watching reading die, in the era that celebrates Stephen King and J.K. Rowling rather than Charles Dickens and Lewis Carroll.”