Quote by Lewis Carroll

“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware…

— Lewis Carroll

“The past is the Jabberwock. Forget not the fallen, but beware the jaws and claws. With your vorpal blade going snicker-snack, kill the fucker,…

— Henry Rollins

One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

— Lewis Carroll

“He walked steadily, feeling them behind him. His stride did not falter; he pretended they weren’t there. He pretended that all was well—that those…

— J. Tonzelli

“And then he began to laugh in a peculiar way of his own which was both violent and soundless. His heavy reclining body, draped…

— Mervyn Peake

“She was his potchke, his fleutchke, his notchke, his motchke, his everything that the speech of St. Botolphs left unexpressed. She was his little,…

— John Cheever

“The man screamed, and screamed behind his mask, and the Bloody-Nine laughed, and twisted the blade. Logen might have pitied him, but Logen was…

— Joe Abercrombie

“He glanced first at me, and then at his devastated flowerbed; all plowed up and butchered, like a Ripper victim- like Pearly Poll, lying…

— Russell Brand

“He sat the silver disk between Poocher's shoulder blades. The pig turned around in a circle, as if he were trying to see the…

— James Maxey

“He was a second too late. Ducking, the felt-capped man, muscles hard, dragged himself out of that grasp and, flinging off to one side,…

— Dorothy Dunnett

“He leaned over and removed the lid, and some really wonderful smells steamed out. But I wasn’t going to get excited, not this time,…

— Karen Chance

“Guthrie handed him the mug, a wee pout pulling his pale face out of shape. With his semi-skimmed skin, faint ginger hair, and blond…

— Stuart MacBride