“Build a house?" exclaimed John."For the Wendy," said Curly."For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!""That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.”

“We built that Wendy House our own selves, for Wendy! And you can't keep a Wendy out of her own Wendy House!”

“She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy.The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.”

“Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John’s, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents...”

“June Star said her hair was naturally curly.”

“He was standing in the middle of the room, an arrogant look on his face.“What a night,” Wendy sighed.Without even turning his head to look at her Raphael said, “Sleep.”Wendy fell backward, her head landing on the pillow.“Don’t do that to her!” Susan exclaimed.“You’d prefer to have this conversation with her listening?” Raphael asked, lifting one eyebrow.”