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

Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.

Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown

That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.