Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

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.

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents.

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.

One girl is worth more use than 20 boys.

i know i'm not clever but i'm always right.