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.

Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time.

In time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.

Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.

Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.