Second to the right, and straight on till morning.' That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head.

I like well to be in the company of explorers

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

The best of our fiction is by novelists who allow that it is as good as they can give, and the worst by novelists who maintain that they could do much better if only the public would let them.

Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.

David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.

Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.