“I have no recollection of writing the play of Peter Pan, now being published for the first time so long after he made his bow upon the stage.” — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“Bringing up the rear, the place of greatest danger, comes Tiger Lily, proudly erect, a princess in her own right. She is the most… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“Some disquieting confessions must be made in printing at last the play of Peter Pan; among them this, that I have no recollection of… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“Second to the right, and straight on till morning." That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland” — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“You are too late," he cried proudly, "I have shot the Wendy. Peter will be so pleased with me." Overhead Tinker Bell shouted "Silly… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“I must not let him know this, for it would make him conscious, and so break the spell that binds him and me together.” — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“None of them knew. Perhaps it was best not to know. Their ignorance gave them one more glad hour; and as it was to… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet OM (9 May 1860 – 19 June 1937), more commonly known as J. M. Barrie, was a Scottish… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“However, as we are here we may as well stay and look on. That is all we are, lookers-on. Nobody really wants us. So… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“Peter,' she asked, trying to speak firmly, 'what are your exact feelings for me?' Those of a devoted son, Wendy.' I thought so,' she… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“It was not really Saturday night, at least it may have been, for they had long lost count of the days; but always if… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“For otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly, and the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
“The loveliest tinkle as of golden bells answered him. It is the fairy language. You ordinary children can never hear it, but if you… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share Image
