May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.

That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names.

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.

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

It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.

I bowl so slowly that if I don't like a ball I can run after it and bring it back

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