She wasn’t sure if she’d heard anything at all.
The Cat’s body faded to a whisper of stripes, leaving only his mouth behind. The grin swelled until it filled the whole clearing, teeth like piano keys, each one a different shade of white. Cheshire Cat Monologue
Alice stared at a caterpillar inching across her shoe. “Then tell me something precise.” She wasn’t sure if she’d heard anything at all
The Cat’s tail curled into a spiral. “Ah, but that’s the secret, isn’t it? There is no wrong fork. There are only forks you haven’t invented yet. The Queen is terrified of that truth. That’s why she needs rules. Rules are just panic, embossed.” Alice stared at a caterpillar inching across her shoe
The Geometry of Unbecoming
Silence. Then, from somewhere very close to her heart: “Now run along. The Queen has a lovely beheading scheduled for four o’clock. And do try the tarts. They’re terrible. That’s what makes them perfect.”