second star to the right

and straight on 'til morning.

the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.

“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.” 

all children, except one, grow up. 

i suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? time is chasing after all of us. 

keep adventuring and stay not a grown up.

nonsense. young boys should never be sent to bed. they always wake up a day older, and then before you know it, they're grown.

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.

“proud and insolent youth,” said hook, “prepare to meet thy doom.” 

“dark and sinister man,” peter answered, “have at thee.” 

“you just think lovely wonderful thoughts,” peter explained, “and they lift you up in the air.”

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. 

i taught you to fight and to fly, what more could there be?