She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.

She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.

They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is saturday night, and then they do it.

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

I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’ ‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember. ‘There are such a lot of them,’ he said. ‘I expect she is no more.’ I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men.