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“Smee, you are a supreme idjit."
"Aye, Cap'n.”
― Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson

“It’s not such a wonderful thing, to be young,�� I said. “It’s heartless, and selfish.��

“But, oh, so free,�� Nod said sadly. “So free when you have no worries or cares.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“All children grow up, or they die, or both. All children, except one.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Because Peter promised them adventures and happiness and then took them away to the island where they died. They weren’t forever young, unless dying when you were young kept you that way for always.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“They all thought they were special, but only I was. I was first and none of them could take that from me. I was first and best and last and always.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“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.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“And it made me love him a little less, and the memory of that smile hurt deep down in the place where I kept all my secrets and my sorrows.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“There’s nothing worse than having a fit and no one giving you the proper attention for it.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“I didn’t believe him at first, about the island, though.��

“I didn’t either,”I said. “I don’t know that anyone does. It sounds like a fantastic lie.��

“It is a fantastic lie,�� Sal said, and her face was very earnest. “This isn’t a wonderful place for boys to play and have adventures and stay young for always. It’s a killing place, and we’re all just soldiers in Peter’s war.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“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.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Was this, too, part of growing up? Was it facing the bad things you’d done as well as the good, and knowing all your mistakes had consequences? Peter made mistakes all the time�� he was thoughtless; he hurt people. But it never troubled him, not for a moment. He forgot all about it in an instant. That was being a boy.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“It was Peter’s island, Peter who’d brought us here, and in the back of every boy’s mind was some form of the same thought�� He could send me back, if he wanted.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Peter had just forgotten, the way that Peter did forget about anything that wasn’t right in front of him at the moment.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Yes, because it’s obviously better if you beat each other to death with rocks instead of stabbing each other like civilized human beings,�� Sal muttered, looking away.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Though his heart denied it with every fiber of its being, his mind knew that home was no longer an option. And he didn't cry. He didn't fret. He lay there on the earth, realizing and accepting and hardening. That was the night that James Hook began to grow up.”
― Brianna R. Shrum

“He’d been around the island for a while, and I’m sorry to say that being bashed around in Battle and at raids had done nothing very good for his brains.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“And then I was alone, and glad that he was gone. I'd never been glad at Peter's absence before, and something inside me seemed to shift. My legs hurt like fire for a minute, and then it was over, and I distinctly felt that I was taller than I've been a moment before.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“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.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“Thus defenceless Hook found him. He stood silent at the foot of the tree looking across the chamber at his enemy. Did no feeling of compassion stir his sombre breast? The man was not wholly evil; he loved flowers (I have been told) and sweet music (he was himself no mean performer on the harpsichord); and, let it be frankly admitted, the idyllic nature of the scene shook him profoundly.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“It’s not as easy as you’d think, burning a dead creature. Flesh and skin want to cook and crisp and char rather than ignite.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“In a word, the handsomest man I have ever seen, though, at the same time, perhaps slightly disgusting. " - Captain Hook at Eton”
― James Matthew Barrie

“Swear... swear by the pirates' code!"
Hook looked exasperated.
Wendy put her hands on her hips.
She knew about boys trying to sneak out of promises. She had two younger brothers. You had to be very specific with your orders and wishes, or they were as wily and untrustworthy as evil genies. And what was a pirate, really, but a boy grown, with a real sword and a mustache?
"Swear it," she repeated.
She could have sworn she heard muffled laughter from behind him on the deck.
Hook sighed.
All right, all right. I swear on the pirates' code: I, Captain Hook, promise that in return for Peter Pan's shadow I shall grant Wendy Darling passage to Never Land and home- when circumstances allow it.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“He was struck by the feeling that they were the only two people alive in the world—that this was something beyond any magic or illusion or story Neverland could conjure. Something real.”
― Austin Chant, Peter Darling

“It liked my arm so much, Smee, that it has followed me ever since, from sea to sea and from land to land, licking its lips for the rest of me.'
'In a way,' said Smee, 'it's a sort of compliment.'
'I want no such compliments,' Hook barked petulantly.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“Hook's fingers always twitched when he spoke of Pan. It turned him dark and antsy, and his jaw clenched and unclenched. It was an old grudge, and Smee still didn't understand where it had begun. All he knew was that Hook was stuck on it: he sometimes repeated a conversation over and over again, that he imagined he was having with Peter.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily

“There were several varieties of hatred, he had learned in the past several days. There was the kind that sent a man spiraling into himself and kept him chained to his bed, unable to do anything but sleep and wallow. And there was the kind that possessed a person and drove him to distraction. The kind that forced him to seek escape in wine and women and inane adventures. Those sorts of hate were certainly terrible and had profound effects on a person. But the third kind, that was the most lethal. The third was the kind of hate that infected a man, and it replicated and ran through his veins, replacing his blood. And it drove him to do terrible, vile, murderous things. That was the sort that propelled Hook forward into the trees that night.”
― Brianna R. Shrum, Never Never

“Once invited, always welcome. Once invited, never free.”
― A.C. Wise, Hooked

“The deepest circle of Hell is kept for Brutus, Judas, and Peter Pan.”
― Brianna R. Shrum, Never Never

“No," said James with a smile. "But I am the pirate from my story.”
― Serena Valentino, Never, Never

“It's always one's passion that ends up one's undoing." He leaned toward her. "Remember that, my tempestuous fairy."
Tinker Bell gestured at his hook. Really, Captain? Is it I who needs to remember?”
― Elizabeth Lim, A Twisted Tale Anthology