J. M. Barrie

The room is one seldom profaned by the foot of man, and everything in it is white or blue.

'No. You see children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies,

'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.

'I don't mean a kiss, I mean a thimble.'

'It's like this.' She kissed him.

All children, except one, grow up

, why can't you remain like this for ever!'

Wendy knew that she must grow up.

Two is the beginning of the end.

you discover there is always one more;