Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe’s defense, but his shorter reach stood him in ill...

Grow up, Peter Pan! This is all over!

I know that some people disparage you for your lack of knowledge, and I know you may not understand me, Peter, but I wish you could, because you might be the only person who would....

She did not believe he could have really gone, because for her, to leave the person you loved was impossible.

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

To not do what you can to protect someone, that’s cowardly.

See,” he said, “the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.

…One cannot help but consider the future- what will it be like when all the wild places of the earth have been taken over by civilization, and there is no more room for Indians, Pirates,...

He tousled Baby’s hair, then looked up at Tiger Lily. “The woods have rules.” He put Baby down gingerly in his trough with his bottle. “But the rules are ugly.””It’s nature,” she said, thoughtfully.”I have...

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

I’ll teach you,” Tiger Lily offered with a shrug of her shoulders.”Did your mother teach you?” he asked.”I don’t have a mother,” she said. “Like you.”For some reason, Peter was glad to hear it.

To die would be an awfully big adventure.

Don’t go. Come with us. I promise you won’t regret it.”For a moment, Peter stood in the road indecisively, staring into the girl’s eyes as if trying to penetrate a great mystery.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.

Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

You may think my jealousy would have been enormous during those days after Peter gave Tiger Lily the smallest kiss on the neck. And you would be right. But these moments were swallowed by a...

All remember about my mother,” Nibs told them, “is that she often said to my father, ‘Oh, how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own!’ I don’t know what a cheque-book is, but...

But I did not bring the Wild Boy to England simply so he could learn from us. I also brought him here so we could learn from him; so we can remember what it means...

I began to see that Wendy had something Tiger Lily hadn’t even known she was supposed to have. Of all the things Tiger Lily had thought she might have to be for Peter-strong, brave; to...

She asked where he lived. Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.

And always, I could see that, despite his weakness for her or because of it, he seemed uncatchable, as if he might slip away at any moment.

But where do you live mostly now?”With the lost boys.”Who are they?”They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in...

Summer on the farm was glorious. Peter spent as much time out of doors as possible, and he had many playmates, since all the children were free from their spring and autumn duties of tending...

I think we could be friends,” he said, falling into step with her. “It’s perfect because I wouldn’t fall in love with you, like I do with the mermaids. Girls always seem so exotic. But...

It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

Don’t be afraid to grow up, Peter. It’s only a trap if you forget how to fly.

Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. “Greeting, boys,” he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.He frowned.”I am back,” he said hotly, “why do you not...

You want to hear more now, do you?

Everyone will think I’m ugly.”Tik Tok smiled. “That’s true. But we are a small village. We have narrow tastes. There’s no telling who else in the world would think you’re beautiful.

Peter was not with them for the moment, and they felt rather lonely up there by themselves. He could go so much faster than they that he would suddenly shoot out of sight, to have...

Memories hold you back; their weight crushes your spirit.

…but even Peter Pan had to grow up one day.

Not everyone can be rich,’ Peter went on. ‘Not everyone can be strong or clever. Not everyone can be beautiful. But we can ALL be brave! If we tell ourselves we can do it; if...

For the next couple of weeks she held Peter like a secret in her heart, lying right under her necklace. I could see him written on her face, and Tik Tok, too, seemed to catch...

To live would be an awfully big adventure.

Not all who are lost are lost forever.

My name is Mr Bread.” He began writing his name neatly on the board. “But you can call me Peter.”Suddenly there was quiet, as thirty little brains whirred.”Pita Bread!” proclaimed a ginger-haired boy from the...

Tell me a story,’ demanded Fireflyer.’Why? Do you eat them, too, then?”Only the ohs and ayes and ees and oos. The Kays are too spikey and the zeds are too buzzzy and the ones with...

Tiger Lily made an attempt at a smile. After having felt the need to glower at other children for most of her life, smiles never came easily to her face. But this one was half...

He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.

So come with me, where dreams are born and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly in wings, forever, in Never Neverland!!

There are some people that see the half full cup and get upset about where the other half of the cup went… With an attitude like that, they will never be happy. I see a...

We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can’t keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House!

It was like this sometimes, and I felt I should look away, but I couldn’t. I wanted to be there, having my face touched, defeating a heart like Peter’s, but the next best thing was...

It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if they wanted to do anything special they said this was Saturday...

But I’m a villain and villains don’t get happy endings.

We’d never talked about his parents, like he was some underwater Peter Pan.

I wonder if your mother was frightened by Peter Pan before you were born?

You looked strange climbing in the tree like that.”Tiger Lily pulled her braids between her fingers, her sudden self-consciousness feeling foreign and strange to her. “I didn’t do it to look nice,” she said.”But you...

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams