Allison's Adventures in Underland Quotes

“If it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“How can I save anybody when inside, I'm being drowned by my own demons? Swept away by my own sins. Haunted by ghosts and mistakes and what-ifs.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“It feels good to be protected—even if I know how to take care of myself.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Some nightmares are so persistent as to become an unreal reality. They're so frequent and so jarring that even though the dreamer knows she dreams, she can't seem to wake herself up. And when those dreams are based in the awful friction of reality to begin with? Well, that just makes things that much worse because waking up … you know there's no reprieve from the boogey man that hides beneath your bed. The monsters are real, and they've gotten inside your head.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“The world was wrecked and withering,
wrecked and full of fright:
The Alice did her best to take …
In the horrid sights—
But this was hard, because it was
The corruption of her life.
The moon was bathed in blood and hate,
It blotted out the sun
The kings had got no business there
Because their time was done—
'It's very rude of them,' she said,
'Slaughtering everyone!'
The blood was red as red could be,
The bones were dry as dry.
You could not see a star because
Gray clouds were in the sky:
No angels flying overhead—
There were none left to fly.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“There's nothing more frightening than dead silence; I can't stand it. When it's quiet, that's when the bad memories and the awful thoughts ring loudest. I'd rather not hear their sinful soliloquies just now, thank you.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Hot fingertips trail along the back of my neck, and I jump, whirling around to find an identical looking boy with an EAT ME sign around his neck.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Instead, when I pull it back, there's a man sitting on a red chaise lounge, leaning back and smiling wickedly at me. Around his neck, there's a tag that says DRINK ME. “Oh, heeeell no,” I say, backing up suddenly, until my feet crunch over the shards of broken glass. Thank God I decided to wear combat boots instead of the awful heels my sister'd picked out for me. “What's the matter?” the boy asks, tilting his head to the side and letting the corner of his lip twist up in a smirk. “You're not thirsty?”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Fare-fucking-well, Miss Alice.” He pauses before turning away, shiny shoes scuffing against the filthy stone floor beneath our feet. “Try not to die before we meet again?”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“When's the last time you walked for eight hours straight? I'd so much rather be at home reading a book.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Now I'm already trying to figure out how to get away from Brandon, so I can read. Why are guys in books so much less dickish than ones in real life? Cuter, too.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“That's the problem with assumptions,” Dee says, whistling as he starts off down the path. “They make an ass out of you and shins—two of which we all have.” He pauses for a second before turning around to look at me. “Unless of course you're an amputee which then you could have one shin or none shin and then the only person that's an ass is you.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“I'm independent and fierce, but I'm not stupid. To actually be a strong character, you have to have more than snark and stubbornness—you have to have brains. And I am beyond determined to be better than half the girls I read about.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Seriously massive fucking firearms,” I add, staring at the weapon in my trembling hands with my very first dose of—and here it is folks—shock. I am shocked shitless. I just shot what's basically a goddamn missile out of an ancient looking flintlock pistol. Color me impressed.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“I turn around and glare at Dee as he leans over and puts his head between his knees. If I hadn't seen the look of genuine concern on Tee's face, I might've thought they did it to me on purpose, drugged me up like that. Lucky them I don't think that anymore or balls. would. roll. And by balls, I don't mean sports equipment.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Why are guys in books so much less dickish than ones in real life? Cuter, too. Oh, and they never have pimples.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Delusions are just illusions without any truth behind them.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“All in the wicked darkest eve
In blood and shadows alike;
We strive to live through mighty pain,
By mighty arms unite,
Oft mighty hands make plain romance,
A traveling heart's plight.
Ah, cruel Nine! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreadful weather,
To beg a tale of life so bleak
To stir bound wings of feathers!
Yet what can one lone voice avail
Against ten tongues together?
Imperious Alice tumbles forth
Her edict “we will end it”—
In wistful tones her people hope
“There will be justice in it”—
While her men carry on the tale
And also help begin it.
Shit, this sudden war's begun,
In ire giving chase
The young woman moving through a land
Of wonders dark and base,
In friendly tryst with man and beast—
The darkness she would face.
And ever, as the story changed
The wells of knowledge lie,
And hearty strove that weary one
To put her subjects by,
“I am not brave—” “True fear is fine!”
The frightened voices cry.
Thus grew the tale of Underland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its queer events are fucking wrote—
The tale is far from done,
And home is where, the girl may ask,
As she debates to run.
Alice! A terrifying story,
And with a skeleton hand
Lay it where graveyard's nightmares bury
The rebels no longer stand,
Like magic's withered throne of corpses
Plucked from a far-off land.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Nothing in this world or any other is absolute.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“We're all mad for you here.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Either none of this really happened and I'm still tripping hard on one of Edith's fancy party drugs or else, I'm about to jump ship and never come back, so who gives a shit?”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“like he's not standing there naked and chiseled with blue-black hair dripping across his forehead and a sign that says fucking EAT ME hanging from his neck.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“It's not like I haven't read Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. It's not like the similarities have escaped me.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Thinking about it later, I'd realize that I wasn't just a stupid teenager making an even stupider decision, I was compelled to follow the White Rabbit.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were stalking close at hand:
They grinned maniacally to see
The forming of her band:
'If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand!'
'If nine big men with nine big cocks
Presumed to hold her near,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
'That we could get her clear?'
'I know it' said the Carpenter,
And gave an awful leer.
'O Alice, come and walk with us!'
The Walrus did beseech
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
And mend this bloody breach:
We can still slaughter nine or more,
So say goodbye to each.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Why wouldn't the king let me use the Looking-Glass?” I ask and Rab laughs as Tee growls, low and menacingly behind me. “Because,” Rab says, looking at me over the rim of his cup and grinning, “he wants you to be his bride.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Their wounds might not be scars yet - they might still be festering, bleeding sores. I know mine are. People act like time heals all wounds, but all it really does is make the torn flesh rough and hard with glossy pink scar-tissue. That's the best-case scenario, and I don't think any of us are even there yet.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Their wounds might not be scars yet - they might still be festering, bleeding sores. I know mine are. People act like time heals all wounds, but all it does is make the torn flesh rough and hard with glossy pink scar tissue. That's the best-case scenario, and I don't think any of us are even there yet.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“Their wounds might not be scars yet - they might still be festering, bleeding sores. I know mine are. People act like time heals all wounds, but all it really does is make the torn flesh rough and hard with glossy pink scar tissue. That's the best-case scenario, and I don't think any of us are even there yet.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland

“How can I save anybody when inside, I'm being drowned by my own demons? Swept away by my own sins. Haunted by ghosts and mistakes and what ifs.”
― C.M. Stunich, Allison's Adventures in Underland