I Am Not Young Enough To Know

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.

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

You Must Have Been Warned Against Letting The Golden Hours Slip By; But Some Of Them Are Golden Only Because We Let Them Slip By.

There Are Many Different Kinds Of Bravery. There's The Bravery Of Thinking Of Others Before One's Self. Now, Your Father Has Never Brandished A Sword Nor Fired A Pistol, Thank Heavens. But He Has Made Many Sacrifices For His Family, And Put Away Many Dreams... He Put Them In A Drawer. And Sometimes, Late At Night, We Take Them Out And Admire Them. But It Gets Harder And Harder To Close The Drawer... He Does. And That Is Why He Is Brave.