But, of course, it isn't really Good-bye, because the Forest will always be there... and anybody who is Friendly with Bears can find it.

I suppose this is the reason why diaries are so rarely kept nowadays- that nothing ever happens to anybody.

Gone out. Backson. Busy backson.

No brain at all, some of them [people], only grey fluff that's blown into their heads by mistake, and they don't Think.

When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five, I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

I'm not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.

I do remember, and then when I try to remember, I forget.