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“A Game of Thrones” by George Martin

A Lannister always paid his debts.

“A Clash of Kings” by George Martin

Realm’s got more kings than a castle’s got rats.

Jefferson Airplane “White Rabbit”

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small

Shinedown “Her Name Is Alice”

I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time
And every creature lens themselves to change your state of mind

Hypnogaja “Looking Glass”

There's a place where the garden can take you
through the looking glass

Robert A. Heinlein “Friday”

Where can you have more fun in forty minutes with your clothes on?

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Curiouser and curiouser!

Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

— Pudding — Alice; Alice — Pudding. Remove the pudding!

William Shakespeare
from “As You Like It”

All the worlds a stage,
And all the men and women merely players...

Rudyard Kipling
“If”

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you...

Warehouse 13

This is Lewis Carroll's mirror. Alice in Wonderland. “Off with their heads”

Dogma

“I don’t understand — how can you base your lack of belief in God on the writings Lewis Caroll?”

The Matrix

“If you want to know, follow the white rabbit.”

Michail Bulgakov
“Master and Margarita”

Meet the Cat

Voland makes a prediction

Yeshua’s trial

Ivan Homeless and the Master

Voland’s hospitality

Master meets Margarita

Robert Asprin
Epigraps for Myth series

I. Another Fine Myth
II. Myth Conceptions
III. Myth Directions
IV. Hit or Myth
VII. M.Y.T.H. Inc. Link
IX. M.Y.T.H. Inc. In Action

Lewis Carroll “The Walrus and the Carpenter”

“The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright —
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night…”

Alexander Alan Milne
“Winnie-The-Pooh”

“It rained and it rained and it rained…”

William Shakespeare
from “As You Like It”

All the worlds a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurses arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bobble reputation.
Even in the cannons mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lind,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipperd pantaloon
With spectacles on nose well and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well savd a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends his strange eventful history,
In second childishness and mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

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Irina Samonova
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