A flowers purpose is simple and immutable. Human purpose is fickle bec — Alice: Madness Returns

"Ive not come back here looking for a fight."

"When the remarkable becomes bizarre, reason turns rancid."

"Nurse Witless: Still a mess, no surprise. Her kin roasted like chestnuts right before her eyes. Ten years in Rutledge Asylum wasted everyones time! Dr Bumby wont do better. Still hauling out her questions: the fire, her memory. I deserve consideration, dont I? Who found her her new clothes? Who got her a place at Bumbys? Where shed be without me? On the street, selling her backside! Likes my pigeons, though. Shes doled out the odd pound or two. But I know whats worth more than that! Kept her secret, havent I? Heard her say All died on my account, I couldnt save you! Ive told her my silence is for sale, cheap! Im a good sort, really, not like her nanny, that uppity whore! Or that lawyer fellow Radcliffe [who] took her stupid rabbit! Need money... warned her Id tell the coppers if she didnt make a donation to my upkeep. She yells and goes off her head. Days she cant remember her name, what I heard."

"I know Im guilty of something, but punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime."

"Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?"

"Every adventure requires a first step. Trite, but true, even here."