Build a house?" exclaimed John." For the Wendy," said Curly." For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!"" That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.

— J.M. Barrie

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.

— J.M. Barrie

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 seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expanses. I'm captain." What fun it must be!" Yes," said cunning Peter, "but we are rather lonely. You see we have no female companionship." Are none of the others girls?"Oh, no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams.

— J.M. Barrie

Courage is the thing. All goes if courage

— J.M. Barrie

David tells me that fairies never say 'We feel happy': what they say is, 'We feel dance'.

— J.M. Barrie

Don't forget to speak scornfully of the Victorian Age; there will be time for meekness when you try to better it. Very soon you will be Victorian or that sort of thing yourselves; next session probably, when the freshman come up.

— J.M. Barrie

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

— J.M. Barrie

For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face." So, Pan," said Hook at last, "this is all your doing."" Ay, James Hook," came the stern answer, "it is all my doing."" Proud and insolent youth," said Hook, "prepare to meet thy doom."" Dark and sinister man,“For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face." Dark and sinister man," Peter answered, "have at thee.

— J.M. Barrie

Ghosts were created when the first man woke in the night

— J.M. Barrie

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams

— J.M. Barrie