Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.

There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.

You won't forget me, Peter, will you, before spring-cleaning time comes? Of course Peter promised, and then he flew away. He took Mrs. Darling's kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemd satisfied.

I am not young enough to know everything.