J. M. Barrie

When Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's mother in turn; and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.

"I am old, Peter. I am ever so much more than twenty. I grew up long ago." "You promised not to!" "I couldn't help it. I am a married woman, Peter."

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

"Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and …

When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue …

"If you believe," he shouted to them, "clap your hands; don't let Tink die."

Peter flung out his arms. There were no children there, and it was night time; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland, and who were therefore nearer to him than you think: boys and girls in their nighties, and naked …

"Would you like an adventure now," he said casually to John, "or would you like to have your tea first?"

"There ought to be one fairy for every boy and girl." "Ought to be? Isn't there?" "No. You see children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy …

You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

Occasionally in her travels through her children's minds Mrs. Darling found things she could not understand, and of these quite the most perplexing was the word Peter.

All children, except one, grow up.

If he could get the hang of the thing his cry might become To live would be an awfully big adventure! but he can never quite the hang of it...

Dark and sinister man, have at thee.

Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom.

I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

Split my infinitives, but 'tis my hour of triumph!

I just want always to be a little boy and have fun.

Do you believe in fairies?...If you believe, clap your hands!

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

You just think lovely wonderful thoughts and they lift you up in the air.

I'll teach you to jump on the wind's back and then away we go.

Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

Second to the right and then straight on till morning.