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“But where do you live mostly now?"
With the lost boys."
Who are they?"
They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expanses. I'm captain."
What fun it must be!"
Yes," said cunning Peter, "but we are rather lonely. You see we have no female companionship."
Are none of the others girls?"
Oh no; girls, you know, are much too clever to fall out of their prams.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“I'll hold you in my heart, until I can hold you in my arms.”
― JM Barrie, Peter Pan: J M Barrie illustrated by Steve Hutton

“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

“As they grew sloppier and less alert, the twins argued too loudly about whether Tiger Lily was ugly or beautiful, and finally agreed that she was "ugly beautiful".
Tiger Lily pretended she hadn't heard, but her heart slowed to absorb the blow.”
― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily

“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

“For the lost boys, and the girls who find them.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Becoming of Noah Shaw

“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

“Sometimes at night, when the nightmare clung to me, I wondered if Peter’s assurances that I would never grow up were only assurances that I would die before such a thing happened. I wondered if that were better, to die before I became something withered and grey and not wanted.”
― Christina Henry, Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook

“I'm not going to let anyone Wendy me."

"Wendy you? What the hell does that mean?"Talbot asked.

"Wendy, from Peter Pan! Peter and the lost boys set to go off fighting pirates while Wendy has to stay back and clean their stupid tree house. We'll, I'm not doing it. I'm fighting for my baby brother and that's final.”
― Bree Despain, The Savage Grace

“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

“One girl is worth more than twenty boys.”
― JM Barrie, MINI CLASSIC - PETER PAN

“Summer on the farm was glorious. Peter spent as much time out of doors as possible, and he had many playmates, since all the children were free from their spring and autumn duties of tending crops or going to school. Peter had become the leader of a merry band of youngsters, aged six to fourteen, who followed the Wild Boy wherever he went and seemed to understand his unintelligible noises. If they did not understand, then they pretended to.
The life of a princess has many advantages, but I envied those children for their time with Peter and for what seemed to me to be a simple, carefree existence.”
― Christopher Daniel Mechling, Peter: The Untold True Story

“There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it’s just the way he always smells and there is no way to define it.”
― Christy A. Campbell, A Halo Sun

“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

“But without William K, I would have forgotten that I had not been born on this journey. That I had lived before this.”
― Dave Eggers, What Is the What

“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

“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

“It's terrible never to find a father in a world chock-full of fathers of all sorts.”
― Jack Kerouac, Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters

“I’ll leave it all behind until the dark takes me.”
― Jordan Hoechlin

“There were a few civilized details, like chairs that looked as though they had been purloined from more modern and elegant domiciles- a red velvet recliner, for instance, which would have been far more at home at Mr. Darling's club than in a cave. Wherever did that come from? Wendy wondered. But the rest of the furniture consisted primarily of things like barrels cut in half with moss for cushions, and the stumps of trees with hastily hammered-on backs. Enormous mushrooms made for tables. Some of the lanterns were fungus as well- softly glowing bluish-green "flowers" that spread in delicate clumps just below the ceiling.
"John would just have a field day with those, I'm certain," Wendy said with a smile.
One large barrel was placed under the end of a hollowed-out root to collect rainwater. There were shelves and nooks for the few possessions considered precious by the Lost Boys: piles of gold coins, interesting animal skeletons, shiny crystals, captivating burrs and seedpods. Also more strange detritus of the civilized world: a hinge, a pipe, a knob from a drawer, a spanner, and even a pocket watch.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“His days were light beer: lacking potency and barely intoxicating. Hardly worth investing in and perhaps that was why he barely ever spent anything on them. He was a shipwreck at the bottom of the sea. Something useless and long forgotten about, only to treasure hunters still of worth. Maybe that was what Helen was: a treasure hunter and therefore convinced that she had use for him.
~ As the moon began to rust”
― Sima B. Moussavian

“just lost boy falling apart.”
― Jordan Hoechlin

“You feel the worst kind of lost when someone is looking for something in you.”
― Sima B. Moussavian, As the moon began to rust

“He wore desperation like a comfy coat and, snuggled into it, he would feel relieved, because without hope you will never get disappointed again and won’t disappoint anyone else.”
― Sima B. Moussavian, As the moon began to rust