“For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face."So, Pan," said Hook at last, "this is all your doing.""Ay, James Hook," came the stern answer, "it is all my doing.""Proud and insolent youth," said Hook, "prepare to meet thy doom.""Dark and sinister man," Peter answered, "have at thee.”

“[Peter Pan] has never broken his terrible habit of eavesdropping. So, maybe that wasn't the rustle of pages you heard while this story lasted, but Peter Pan himself, listening in. In exchanged for a story of yours, he might show you his most prized possession: James Hooks' map of Neverland.In exchange for a smile, he may show you Neverland itself.”

“I'm youth, I'm joy!" Peter sang out. "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."This, of course, was nonsense; but it was proof to the unhappy Hook that Peter did not know at all who or what he was. This Hook though to be the best of good manners.”

“The average man is hooked to his fellow men, while the warrior is hooked only to infinity.”

“A man without hands came to the door to sell me a photograph of my house. Except for the chrome hooks, he was an ordinary-looking man of fifty or so.”

“Who do you serve?” Lanferelle asked.“Sir John Cornerwailled,” Hook said proudly.Lanferelle was pleased. “Sir John! Ah, there's a man. His mother must have slept with a Frenchman.”