When the remarkable becomes bizarre, reason turns rancid. — Alice: Madness Returns

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

"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."

"Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?"

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

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

"Ah, Alice. We cant go home again. No surprise, really. Only a very few find the way, and most of them dont recognize it when they do. Delusions, too, die hard with memory. Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth. Forgetting pain is convenient, remembering it: agonizing. But recovering the truth is worth the suffering. And our Wonderland, though damaged, is safe in memory... for now."