Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

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

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

I can't go back to yesterday - because I was a different person then.

It's a great huge game of chess that's being played--all over the world--if this is the world at all, you know. Oh, what fun it is! How I wish I was one of them! I wouldn't mind being a Pawn, if only I might join--though of course I should like to be a Queen, best.

Is all our Life, then but a dream Seen faintly in the golden gleam Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?