She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.

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

Second to the right, and straight on till morning.' That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head.

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.

Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.

I bowl so slowly that if I don't like a ball I can run after it and bring it back