Two is the beginning of the end.

All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter.

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

Wendy," Peter Pan continued in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.

Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

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.

Haji Ali taught me to...slow down and make building relationships as important as building projects.

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.

One character all messages had in common was vague generality. "Fly away with me, " a tussie-mussie might suggest, but never "Meet me at the railway depot at six-thirty.

No one will stop to help you when you are in need, but everyone forces opinions upon you that you do not require.

Retirement: That's when you return from work one day and say, "Hi, Honey, I'm home - forever."

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

The act of writing... is the act of trying to understand why my opinion is what it is. And ultimately, I think that's the same experience the reader has when they pick up one of my books.

As far as expectations go, you can never work for expectations. You have to work against them.

Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown.