Sir James Matthew Barrie

— That scepter's made of wood.
— Yes, well, we dream on a budget here, don't we?

You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.

He just believes, Charles. He imagines life the way he wants it to be, and he believes in it long enough and hard enough that it all appears before him, see?

All great writers begin with a good leather binding and a respectable title.

— It's just a dog.
— Come on, darling. "Just a dog"? "Just"?
— Porthos, don't listen to him. Porthos dreams of being a bear and you want to dash those dreams by saying he's "just a dog"? What a horrible, candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man." Or, "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." "Just. "
— Fine then. Turn him into a bear. If you can.
— Peter, where are your manner With those eyes, my bonny lad, I'm afraid you'd never see it.

— What precisely is Michael's crime?
— He's my younger brother.