Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.

Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.

Make your feet your friend.

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

Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.

It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.

He was so full of wrath against grown-ups, who as usual, were spoiling everything, that as soon as he got inside his tree he breathed intentionally quick short breaths at the rate of about five to a second. He did this because there is a saying in the Neverland, that everytime you breathe, a grown-up dies; and Peter was killing them of vindictively as fast as possible.