James M. Barrie
James M. Barrie
Sir James Matthew Barrie, 1st Baronet, OMwas a Scottish novelist and playwright, best remembered today as the creator of Peter Pan. He was born and educated in Scotland but moved to London, where he wrote a number of successful novels and plays. There he met the Llewelyn Davies boys, who inspired him to write about a baby boy who has magical adventures in Kensington Gardens, then to write Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up, a "fairy play"...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth9 May 1860
goes-on remember forget
And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?
adventure tea firsts
Would you like an adventure now, or would like to have your tea first?
hurt watches want
Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.
children boys men
All the boys were grown up and done for by this time; so it is scarcely worth while saying anything more about them. You may see the twins and Nibs and Curly any day going to an office, each carrying a little bag and an umbrella. Michael is an engine driver. Slightly married a lady of title, and so he became a lord. You see that judge in a wig coming out at the iron door? That used to be Tootles. The bearded man who doesn't know any story to tell his children was once John.
night waiting lasts
The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.
morning neverland said
She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.
letting-go goodbye farewell
Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.
children novelty desert
They took it for granted that if they went he would go also, but really they scarcely cared. Thus children are ever so ready, when novelty knocks, to desert their dearest ones.
breathe neverland dies
There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.
girl sweet kindness
Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.
love dream fighting
I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?
mother growing-up gay
Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.
believe fairy
I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!
book writing able
It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears?