J.M. Barrie

Wendy, one girl is worth more than twenty boys.

At this sight the great heart of Hook breaks. That not wholly unheroic figure climbs the bulwarks murmuring "Floreat Etona," and prostrates himself into the water, where the Crocodile is waiting for him open-mouthed. Hook knows the purpose of this yawning cavity, but after what he has gone through he enters it like greeting a friend.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

HOOK. (Communing with his ego.) "How still the night is; nothing sounds alive. Now is the hour when children in their homes are a-bed... Compare with them the children on this boat about to walk the plank. Split my infinitives, but 'tis my hour of triumph!"

Do you believe in fairies?...If you believe, clap your hands!

Do you know why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

WENDY: (driven to it by something within). What are your exact feelings for me, Peter?

You just think lovely wonderful thoughts and they lift you up in the air.

Split my infinitives, but 'tis my hour of triumph!