Peter: Oh, The Cleverness Of Me. Wendy:

We Are All Failures - At Least The Best Of Us Are.

I Taught You To Fight And To Fly. What More Could There Be?

The Last Thing He Ever Said To Me Was, 'just Always Be Waiting For Me, And Then Some Night You Will Hear Me Crowing.

..children Know Such A Lot Now, They Soon Don't Believe In Fairies, And Every Time A Child Says, 'i Don't Believe In Fairies,' There Is A Fairy Somewhere That Falls Down Dead.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.