Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.
How many lost souls do You need, Lord, to satisfy Your hunger? the hatter asked. God, in His infinite silence, looked at him without blinking.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? - Mad Hatter I haven't the slightest idea. - Alice
I don't think. . . " then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.
Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.
Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.