All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!

David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dancey'.

Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.

Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

May God blast anyone who writes a biography of me.

Never is an awfully long time.