A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

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

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

We have a right to know the truth; no right to ask anything else from God, but the right to know that.

You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.

Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You're just a boy.