See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go.

May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.

What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came. "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said. "You know he is never ill." Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.