Josh Keaton Quotes

I want a dragon.

I'm a dragon.

You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. "Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful.

I am Peter Pan. He represents youth, childhood, never growing up, magic, flying.

If I could have a special power in real life I'd love to fly.

There's no subtext in 'Harry Potter,' really; it's all magic - anything can happen. Why do I say this? Because it's a magic spell. It's quite nice in a way. There is a real freedom to it. Doesn't say much for acting, does it?

If I had my own Neverland it would probably be the coolest place in the world. You could do anything you want there. There would be trees everywhere.

Well, put it like this, if you're not a kid, you're a wizard.

I got stuck on the Peter Pan ride when I was nine years old with my dad at Disney World. We got stuck on that part of the ride when you're suspended in the pirate ship above the miniature London, and I was fascinated by the why of it all. 'Why is Peter Peter Pan, why is he in Neverland, how did he learn how to fly, etc.?'

I started right off with this character-type guy and blowing fire from the get-go.

Neverland is the way I would like real life to be ... timeless, free, mischievous, filled with gaiety, tenderness, and magic.

O for a horse with wings!

My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!

I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish to have them in the neighborhood. But the world that contained even the imagination of Fáfnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever the cost of peril.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.

I am the dragon, and you call me insane.

It's not magic that takes us to another world - it's storytelling.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

On the wings of fancy, gentle readers, bear yourselves into the mid-air, where by imagination you may form a large stupendous castle.

And then, well . . . He might have slept for a bit. He rather hoped he was sleeping, because he was quite certain he’d seen a six-foot rabbit hopping through his bedchamber, and if that wasn’t a dream, they were all in very big trouble. Although really, it wasn’t the rabbit that was so dangerous as much as the giant carrot he was swinging about like a mace. That carrot would feed an entire village.

Anyone can fly. All you need is somewhere to go that you can't get to any other way. The next thing you know, you're flying among the stars.

Oh, grown-ups cannot understand, And grown-ups never will, How short the way to fairyland Across the purple hill.

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

Mario sees himself in Nintendo DS, and he feels like flying.

Every living thing was shunning him. Poor little Peter Pan, he sat down and cried, and even then he did not know that, for a bird, he was sitting on his wrong part. It is a blessing that he did not know, for otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly, and the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.