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.

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

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.

The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.

After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy.

The praise that comes of love does not make us vain, but humble rather. Knowing what we are, the pride that shines in our mother's eyes as she looks at us is about the most pathetic thing a man has to face, but he would be a devil altogether if it did not burn some of the sin out of him.

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.