Born: January 27, 1832 | Died: January 14, 1898
Nationality: British | Genre: Classic Fiction, Children’s Literature, Nonsense Verse
Lewis Carroll was the pen name of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, an Oxford math teacher who loved wordplay, puzzles, and stories. He wrote Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, playful books where logic flips upside down and language dances. He also wrote poems like “Jabberwocky” and The Hunting of the Snark, which show his joy in nonsense that still somehow makes sense. His clear, careful prose and quick wit made strange worlds feel friendly and fun.
Away from the page, Dodgson was thoughtful and private. He worked at Christ Church, Oxford, enjoyed photography, and kept detailed diaries and letters. He had a gentle stammer and a precise mind, which shaped how he told stories—simple on the surface, yet full of clever twists. More than a century later, Carroll’s work is still read and loved for its charm, its humor, and the way it invites readers of any age to look at everyday life with curiosity and wonder.
Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.
fromAlice’s Adventures in WonderlandbyIf everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a deal faster than it does.
fromAlice’s Adventures in Wonderlandby“What is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”
fromAlice’s Adventures in Wonderlandby“I don’t think …” “Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter.
fromAlice’s Adventures in WonderlandbyTake care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.
fromAlice’s Adventures in Wonderlandby“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.”
fromAlice’s Adventures in WonderlandbyFor, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
fromAlice’s Adventures in Wonderlandby‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir,’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’
fromAlice’s Adventures in Wonderlandby‘Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’ ‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat. ‘I don’t much care where—’ said Alice. ‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.
fromAlice’s Adventures in Wonderlandby