“It is idle to attempt to overtake a pretty young woman carrying pork chops. I was now determined to be done with her. First, however, to find out their abode, which was probably within easy distance of the shop. I… — 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 be their last hour on the island, let us rejoice that there were sixty glad minutes in it. They sang and danced in their night-gowns. Such a deliciously creepy song it was, in which they pretended… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share
“Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet OM (9 May 1860 – 19 June 1937), more commonly known as J. M. Barrie, was a Scottish novelist and dramatist. He is best remembered for creating Peter Pan, the boy who refused to grow up, whom he based on his friends, the Llewelyn Davies boys. He is also credited with popularising the name… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share
“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 said, and went and sat by herself at the extreme end of the room. You are so queer,' he said, frankly puzzled, 'and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be… — J.M. Barrie Copy Share
