Not all who are lost are lost forever.
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.
Things hurt, and don’t hurt, and hurt again.
The fast fliers are not disgraced.” Queen Ree reached up for the missing tiara. “She saved us, but she’s with him now.”
Vidia was complicated, two fairies in one, a loyal traitor.
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter’s laugh was a most contagious thing.
To not do what you can to protect someone, that’s cowardly.
My name is Mr Bread.” He began writing his name neatly on the board. “But you can call me Peter.”
Suddenly there was quiet, as thirty little brains whirred.
“Pita Bread!” proclaimed a ginger-haired boy from the back.
When Peter made mistakes, Wendy cheered for him anyway. One afternoon he beat her and everyone else in a race organized by Slightly. She only laughed and squeezed his wrist with easy affection and told him how fast he was. She was so undeterred by losing that it made the boys wonder if winning was exactly what they’d thought it was or if in England it was different.
I wonder if your mother was frightened by Peter Pan before you were born?
We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can’t keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House!