Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.

That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names.

I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things. I don’t want to be a man.

I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.

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

Times have changed since a certain author was executed for murdering his publisher. They say that when the author was on the scaffold he said good-bye to the minister and to the reporters, and then he saw some publishers sitting in the front row below, and to them he did not say good-bye. He said instead, "I'll see you again."