We were still children, for all that we thought we weren’t. We were in that in-between place, the twilight between childish things and grown-up things.

Come on, Jamie, follow me. Follow me and you’ll never grow up!” I took one step, and then another, and then I was inside and the earth seemed to close all around me.

I only wanted them near me because I loved them. Though, of course, it was because I loved them that Peter had to take them from me.

All children grow up, or they die, or both. All children, except one.

There’s nothing worse than having a fit and no one giving you the proper attention for it.