Never is an awfully long time.

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

Two is the beginning of the end.

Stars are beautiful, but they must not take an active part in anything, they must just look on forever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was.

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

Peter was not quite like other boys; but he was afraid at last. A tremour ran through him, like a shudder passing over the sea; but on the sea one shudder follows another till there are hundreds of them, and Peter felt just the one. Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.

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