O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
It happened on a quiet street in Bloomsbury. That corner house over there is the home of the Darling family. And Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him.
" I was weird right from the start. It’s just that you can’t ever expect people to get you. And I do think that really did mess with my head, being well-known young, when you really don’t know who you are. This is how ridiculous I was: I’d sometimes go look at a written profile of me and see how I was described and say, “Oh, is that who I am?” You can’t ever put your self-definition in the hands of somebody who meets you for 15 minutes." - Helena Bonham Carter