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.

You just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift you up in the air.

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

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

The difference between him and the other boys at such a time was that they knew it was make-believe, while to hime make-believe and true were exactly the same thing. This sometimes troubled them, as when they had to make-believe that they had had their dinners.

astonishing splashes of colour

Never is an awfully long time.