Did you know I always thought you were braver than I? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so afraid? It wasn't that I only loved some of you. But I wondered if you could ever love more than some of me. I knew I'd miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all. I know young people look at me and think my youth seems so far away, but it's all around me, and you're all around me. Tiger Lily, do you think magic exists if it can be explained? I can explain why I loved you, I can explain the theory of evolution that tells me why mermaids live in Neverland and nowhere else. But it still feels magic. The lost boys all stood at our wedding. Does it seem odd to you that they could have stood at a wedding that wasn't yours and mine? It does to me. And I'm sorry for it, and for a lot, and I also wouldn't change it. It is so quiet here. Even with all the trains and the streets and the people. It's nothing like the jungle. The boys have grown. Everything has grown. Do you think you will ever grow? I hope not. I like to think that even if I change and fade away, some other people won't. Furthermore, I like to think that one day after I die, at least one small particle of me - of all the particles that will spread everywhere - will float all the way to Neverland, and be part of a flower or something like that, like that poet said, the one that your TikTok loved. Furthermore, I like to think that nothing's final, and that everyone gets to be together even when it looks like they don't, that it all works out even when all the evidence seems to say something else, that you and I are always young in the woods, and that I'll see you sometime again, even if it's not with any kind of eyes I know of or understand. Furthermore, I wouldn't be surprised if that is the way things go after all - that all things end happy. Even for you and TikTok. And for you and me. Always, Your Peter. S. Please give my love to Link. She was always such a funny little bug.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

Do you think magic exists if it can be explained?

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

Earth," Alexa finally said. "It's not that great anyway." And they all smiled sadly. Because, of course, it was everything.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

Everyone will think I'm ugly."TikTok 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.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

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 TikTok, too, seemed to catch shadows of him, because he'd stop to stare at her, puzzled, as if he'd just seen the boy flit across her eyes-seen the ghost of the kiss lingering for a second on the skin of her neck before disappearing.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

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 a lot of disagreements with nature," he said, looking confused, and his downy brow wrinkled over his eyes.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

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 be big and to keep up-she had never thought that the one thing he wanted most from her was simply to show that she believed in him, always and without fail.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

I could never leave,' Pine Sap said. 'Why?' she asked. Pine Sap shrugged, and gestured in the direction of the village. 'Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are my bones.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

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.

— Jodi Lynn Anderson