'Why can't you fly now, mother?' 'Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way.' 'Why do they forget the way?' 'Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.'

Michael believed longer than the other boys, though they jeered at him; so he was with Wendy when Peter came for her at the end of the first year. She flew awa…

'I am old, Peter. I am ever so much more than twenty. I grew up long ago.' 'You promised not to!' 'I couldn't help it. I am a married woman, Peter.'

When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops …

Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man.

A little while ago, not much more than a few days ago, I was a child who went about in a world of colors, of hard and tangible forms. Everything was mysterious…

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, …