Her Mad Hatter

Bad boys needed love too. Her boys weren't dangerous- just naughty. But naughty could be very, very fun.

Everything has beauty," she said, "but not everyone sees it." Her stomach hurt, her eyes burned. "I saw you, Hatter." Her words whispered through the night. "I saw you." She walked away.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

He looked like an angel. But only the fallen would make her feel the sudden violent lust rushing through her veins.

Of course that stupid fat cow- oh what was her face, the one who worked with Cinderella- thought she was the best. But honestly, what was her claim to fame? Turning a pumpkin into a coach? Or, how about making mice footmen? Preposterous. She was a disgrace to all the fairy godmothers out there with her ridiculous bippity-boppity-booing.

Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.

Wonderland was wonderful, but without a counterbalance, it could turn it's inhabitants completely insane.

He means none of what he says and only half of what he doesn’t.

So the Wolf had killed a time or two. Big deal. He was a wolf! What did they expect? That he’d lick his balls all day and howl at the moon?

Hatter was dressed in his outlandish clothes again and her heart beamed with pride. “You know,” she said, “you’re all sorts of perfect.” He smiled, but she saw pleasure in his eyes.

Bad boys needed love too. Her boys weren’t dangerous— just naughty. But naughty could be very, very fun.

Cinderella- thought she was the best. But honestly, what was her claim to fame? Turning a pumpkin into a coach? Or, how about making mice footmen? Preposterous. She was a disgrace to all the fairy godmothers out there with her ridiculous bippity-boppity-booing.

To vilify a man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness,