The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.

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.

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

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

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’ ‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember. ‘There are such a lot of them,’ he said. ‘I expect she is no more.’ I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

I am aware that those hateful persons called Original Researchers now maintain that Raleigh was not the man; but to them I turn a deaf ear.

Have you noticed that many jewels make women either incredibly fat or incredibly thin?