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

And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.

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.

If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?

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