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
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?
change growing-up mean
If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!
hands sigh-of-relief promise
Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will all come right in the end.
facts relief reluctance
Facts were never pleasing to him. He acquired them with reluctance and got rid of them with relief. He was never on terms with them until he had stood them on their heads.
responsible said darling
No, no," Mr. Darling always said, "I am responsible for it all. I, George Darling, did it. MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA." He had had a classical education.
wind away-we-go teach
I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go.
believe water shadow
If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water...
stars breathing littles
A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.
littles peter cleverness
Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.
two ends knows
You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
kissing arrows said
See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.