بریده‌هایی از کتاب Peter Pan

Michael had nearly cried. “Nobody wants me,”

Stars are beautiful, but they may not take an active part in anything, they must just look on for ever. It is a punishment put on them for something they did so long ago that no star now knows what it was. So the older ones have become glassy-eyed and seldom speak (winking is the star language), but the little ones still wonder.

Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.