J.M. Barrie

If you knew how great is a mother's love, you would have no fear.

He was so much the humblest one that Wendy was especially gentle with him.

You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, __ho is Tinker Bell?_ __ Peter,_ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember. __here are such a lot of them,_ he said. __ expect she is no more._ I expect he was right, for fairies don__ live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them, and Peter felt just the one. Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.

See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.

A strange smile was playing about his face, and Wendy saw it and shuddered. While that smile was on his face no one dared address him; all they could do was to stand ready to obey.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John__, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents...

Nonsense. Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older, and then before you know it, they're grown.

POLICEMAN. Good luck. (She finds it easiest just to nod in reply) I wish I was a Prince.

The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.

__he was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

She says she glories in being abandoned