All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.
Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.
Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience… and pimples.
Ambition: it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
Don’t you understand Tink? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!
Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.
POLICEMAN. Good luck. (She finds it easiest just to nod in reply) I wish I was a Prince.
He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.