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
dog mistake animal
I sometimes think, Mary, that it is a mistake to have a dog for a nurse.
pain memories heart
Your heart is as fresh as your face; and that is well. The useless men are those who never change with the years. Many views that I held to in my youth and long afterwards are a pain to me now, and I am carrying away from Thrums memories of errors into which I fell at every stage of my ministry. When you are older you will know that life is a long lesson in humility.
play peter
Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.
courage children lovely
Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.
exactly-is statistics three
What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?
strange affair these-days
If 'Hamlet' had been written in these days it would probably have been called 'The Strange Affair at Elsinore.
tea cups life-is
Life is a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink the sooner we reach the dregs.
halloween night men
Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.
believe greed tea
This meal happened to be a make-believe tea, and they sat round the board guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was positively deafening.
art making-love done
In love-making, as in other arts, those who do it best cannot tell how it is done.
school men want
I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things. I don’t want to be a man.
nurse bird too-late
Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown
mother shadow sticks
I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying.
beautiful stars forever
Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.