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She was a broken thing, and the New City did not like broken things. They liked the new and the whole. Alice hardly recalled when she was new and whole. That girl seemed like someone else she’d known once, long ago and far away.
“I feel most like myself when I think those thoughts. As if that is who I really am.” “At least you have some idea,” Alice said. “I never had the chance to find out. I lost my way first.”
She matched her breath to his, and it was almost like holding his hand as the night closed in.
I cannot spend the remainder of my life as a moth beating its wings against a jar.
That was the trouble with not being right in the head. You couldn’t always tell if your eyes were telling the truth.
The world was abruptly sharp and clear, too clear, and too alive. It was terrible beyond words.
Alice’s cheeks were wet again. “It’s not fair.” “Fair or not, it is what it is,”
If you go chasing your freedom your fate will only follow you there, and force you back.
“Start by holding your head high,” Hatcher said. “You’re only a mouse if you let them make you one.”
“Most men give a girl a ring, you know, not threaten them with murder.” Hatcher put his hands on her face so he could look in her eyes. “A ring won’t save you from the men who would use you and break you. I don’t want you to suffer, Alice, not one moment. I won’t let them take you.”
When you know the name of a thing, it can find you.
She must start believing in impossible things, for impossible things kept appearing before her eyes.
Alice had been raised to think violence was wrong, that a person should never take another’s life. She was learning that there were times when it was necessary, and even right.
It made Alice realize how much of life was full of empty stuff, objects longed for because the hope of them made your small life seem bigger, better, brighter.
There was comfort in ignorance, in thinking the world a certain way and not knowing any different.
She would never comprehend the need to hurt those who never hurt her, the need to hate for the sake of hating. She never wanted to rule over others in fear. No, she would never understand the Jabberwocky.
