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

I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.

Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown

There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.

For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.

And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.

Life is a long lesson in humility.