It May Have Been Quixotic, But It

Forget Them, Wendy. Forget Them All. Come With Me Where You'll Never, Never Have To Worry About Grown Up Things Again.

Peter Invented, With Wendy's Help, A New Game That Fascinated Him Enormously, Until He Suddenly Had No More Interest In It, Which, As You Have Been Told, Was What Always Happened With His Games. It Consisted In Pretending Not To Have Adventures.

Peter Was Not With Them For The Moment, And They Felt Rather Lonely Up There By Themselves. He Could Go So Much Faster Than They That He Would Suddenly Shoot Out Of Sight, To Have Some Adventure In Which They Had No Share. He Would Come Down Laughing Over Something Fearfully Funny He Had Been Saying To A Star, But He Had Already Forgotten What It Was, Or He Would Come Up With Mermaid Scales Still Sticking To Him, And Yet Not Be Able To To Say For Certain What Had Been Happening. It Was Really Rather Irritating To Children Who Had Never Seen A Mermaid.

The Reason Birds Can Fly And We Can't Is Simply That They Have Perfect Faith, For To Have Faith Is To Have Wings.

There Could Not Have Been A Lovelier Sight; But There Was None To See It Except A Little Boy Who Was Staring In At The Window. He Had Ecstasies Innumerable That Other Children Can Never Know; But He Was Looking Through The Window At The One Joy From Which He Must Be For Ever Barred.