Unbirthday Quotes

“I'm fairly certain our gardens are rat-free."
"I don't know. Rats are pretty sneaky. Sometimes they even make it into elected positions. Sometimes if you let them get out of control they even become mayor.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Of course you're here, in my- sanctum sanctorum. You always have been. You always will be. You're the Nonsense in my head that mustn't be ignored. You're the piece of me that maddens everyone, my sister the most."
The Hatter gave her a tired smile and said nothing- which might have been the wisest thing he ever said.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“I have mine and you have yours
It's needed in a painting
But in the end none agree on
the meaning of the thing.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Save their world. But... come back to mine."
"That's rather forward of you, Mr. Cat."
He grinned. But it wasn't just like the Cheshire Cat's smile. There was warmth in it, and even love.
"I'm not the single young lady who goes knocking on strange barristers' doors," he pointed out.
"Hmmph," Alice said, sniffing. "Excellent point.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Alice wondered, perhaps for the first time-although certainly not the last-if all human conflicts were started by men who thought they were doing it for a woman.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Hands she has but does not hold; teeth she has but does not bite; feet she has but they are cold; eyes she has but without sight”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“A momentary feeling overcame her. It wasn't sadness exactly. But it wasn't just nostalgia, either. There was a golden drop of happiness in the feeling, whatever it was, as warming and delightful as sunlight. A memory of old dreams that had worn thin like the comfiest pillowcase one couldn't bear to throw out.
Wonderland.
The details had dimmed long ago but the feelings remained: adventure, magic, fascinating creatures.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Everything was pale grey stone, vaguely pearlescent, like a shell Alice might pick up by the sea and spend several long moments gazing at before deciding to keep or toss. The inside of a purple mussel, perhaps, fascinating in its silveriness that might have been the beginning of a gem- or just a stain from the mud in which it lived.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“There was nothing precisely she could see, but something definitely reminded her of the scent of blue. Sparks. Clean, like before a thunderstorm or after a particularly close lightning strike.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“The house, she couldn't help noticing, was just the right size for her in her present form, but not proportionally; it was built for a rabbit's movements and habits. Doors were fatter, rounder, and shorter. There were lovely paintings of carrots and dill artfully arranged on the lettuce-print wallpaper along with the usual long-eared silhouettes. Lovely little velvet King Louis chairs were more like tuffets for resting on with all (four) of your legs pulled up under you.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Change isn't always a bad thing," he said patting her arm for comfort. "There's no adventure without change. And no buying sweets either. Have you ever tried to buy a lolly with a thousand-pound note? Disastrous."
-The Knave of Hearts,Unbirthday,A Twisted Tale”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“I'm not a card!" Alice cried, both to him and the skeleton.
The skeleton made a mocking little half bow. "Yet you look like you are trying to become a queen; you play in the Queens' Games.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“To wit: mercury is deadly poisonous.
Hatters really were said to have gone mad in the nineteenth century because of exposure to mercury in their hat-making processes: in effect, they suffered long-term mercury poisoning.
You cannot eat the fish from many rivers and lakes of America even today because of the deadly mercury that lies on their muddy bottoms eternally, the result of toxic industrial pollution.
In this book the Hatter drinks mercury.
You, dear reader, cannot.
It will kill you.


L. Braswell”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“You're the most interesting person I've talked to in ages."
Not you're a bright light in a dark corner of the world, not a fair face in a gloomy neighborhood, not a muse or a nymph or an angel with a rosy smile to bestow on her willing supplicants. None of that nonsense verbiage men usually offered her. He asked her to return, very simply, because he wanted to talk to her.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“After waking from that magical dream ages ago, little Alice had devoted all her free time to searching the town for anything that reminded her of Wonderland. No place was safe from her explorations: every bell tower she could sneak into, every alleyway she could slip down when her parents' backs were turned. Top to bottom, high and low, nary a stone unturned.
(Mostly low: rabbit holes and mushrooms, tiny caterpillars and large spiderwebs, dumbwaiters and surprisingly small doors in other people's houses she really ought not to have explored and opened.)”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Oh, a tea rose, most excellent," the Dodo said, delightedly taking in their surroundings. "Just what we need."
Alice was about to admonish him for his nonsense, but of course the tea rose had fat buds that, when closed, made perfect teacups, complete with steaming, delicious-smelling tea within. Actually, a nice cuppa didn't sound too bad right then.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“At the top was a delightful alpine heath with short golden-green grass and scads of beautiful pink and purple flowers that Alice decided not to study more closely. Even though at second glance it became obvious that the glorious sunlight wasn't sparkling off their dew but the petals themselves: each blossom was a jewel, or maybe glass, and chimed gently in the wind.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“all games end, Alice, "the cat said softly."All dreams get woken from, eventually."
"The same game forever would be boring,"the Dodo put in."Even for me."
"yes, definitely time for something new," the Hatter agreed.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“feathery fisticuffs.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Hatters really were said to have gone mad in the nineteenth century because of exposure to mercury in their hat-making processes: in effect, they suffered long-term mercury poisoning.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“It was like tea with a toddler: messy but without guilt or rules.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“The tree in the last photo turned out to be a flower.
A swaying flower the size of a house (or perhaps the camera and artist were shrunk small) with lips at the end of her petals. Alice wasn't even sure what kind of flower it was; certainly nothing as easily identifiable as a rose or a jonquil. Even a rose or jonquil with eyes.
"Oh, I bet she can sing!" Alice cried.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“And then, of course, she woke up.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Trust in yourself and Wonderland.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Well, one might just as well ask what the use of War is. There is no purpose. You just pull out your cards over and over again, and whoever has the most at the end wins.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Please do not attempt to inform me what well-behaved girls do or don't do, or assume I am well behaved or wish to be well behaved, or even if I am a girl.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“I have mine and you have yours
It's needed in a painting
But in the end none agree on
the meaning of the thing.”

Answer: Perspective

-Mr Katz”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“A man cannot walk into the same river twice, for later he is not the same man and it is not the same river.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“He wasn’t asking her questions and demanding the due diligence of a sexist etiquette that usually came with these sorts of situations:”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“WELL THERE’S A BLACK SHEEP IN EVERY FLOCK AND THERE’S A PLACE FOR BLACK WOOL IN EVERY SHAWL, I SUPPOSE.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday