Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting. -Peter Pan

Write about your family, Write about the talking Whale.

What Whale?

The one that is trapped in your imagination, desperate to get out.

To die will be an awfully big adventure.

J.M. Barrie: Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter 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.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: It's just, I thought she'd always be here.

J.M. Barrie: So did I. But in fact, she is, because she's on every page of your imagination. You'll always have her there. Always.

Peter Llewelyn Davies: But why did she have to die?

J.M. Barrie: I don't know, Peter. When I think of your mother, I will always remember how happy she looked, sitting there in the parlor watching a play about her family, about her boys that never grew up. She went to Neverland. And you can visit her any time you like if you just go there yourself.


  1. I want to hate this post, but I can't. I'm tearing up again instead.

  2. Why do you want to hate it?
    Thank you so much for your sympathies, Pally.

  3. My favorite book, movies and story.