“Am I still the same Alice? Or have I become a better or worse one?” “Yes,” was the caterpillar’s reply. “Yes, to what?” “It doesn’t matter.” — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“Time is drowning, Hearts are burning, Heads are rolling, Nothing can save you now, Tick tock, tick tock; Creatures talking, Weak are rising, White… — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“I was going to make him proud of the man I would become. I was finally going to chart my own course, rattle the… — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“Everything is going to change. We just need to see how those changes are going to play out, for better or worse.” — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“The Forest is dark, dearie, The Forest is dark; The moment you think that you’re lost in the woods, then you are. Do not… — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“They call what we went through a problem, an experience, a dream… but we know that it’s much more than that.” — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“I’ve got the word of an eight-year-old girl, an old fairytale I used to know, and a shred of faith... It’s not pixie dust,… — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“Stars are echoes of the past. It's important to look to them for guidance, but as long as people reach for them, they never… — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
“Miss Liddell,” he’d groan, “this is all impossible! Don’t you understand that? It’s impossible!” Her expression was all seriousness, as if he’d hit a… — Emory R. Frie Copy Share Image
