It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.

Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.

You were hidden behind walls of ice; no man had passed them; I broke them down and love leapt to love, and you lie here, my beautiful, love in the arms of its lover.

There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.

She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.

A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting.

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.