After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy.

How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?

Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown

You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?

The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.

The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.