You just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift you up in the air.

Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?

They knew in what they called their hearts that one can get on quite well without a mother, and that it is only the mothers who think you can't.

The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.

I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.

I think it's perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls...