If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?
It’s always tea-time.
Jam tomorrow and jam yesterday, but never jam today. – Mad Hatter.
It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards, says the White Queen to Alice.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
Alice: [looking through the Doorknob's keyhole] There he is! I simply must get through.
Doorknob: Sorry. You’re much too big. Simply impassable.
Alice: You mean impossible.
Doorknob: No, impassable. (chuckles) Nothing’s impossible!
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures