David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!

Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always to try to be a little kinder than is necessary?

Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.

We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

He was so full of wrath against grown-ups, who as usual, were spoiling everything, that as soon as he got inside his tree he breathed intentionally quick short breaths at the rate of about five to a second. He did this because there is a saying in the Neverland, that everytime you breathe, a grown-up dies; and Peter was killing them of vindictively as fast as possible.