Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.
Tiggers don't like honey.
What day is it?" It's today," squeaked Piglet. My favorite day," said Pooh.
We can’t all and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.
No sensible author wants anything but praise.
Ideas may drift into other minds, but they do not drift my way. I have to go and fetch them. I know no work manual or mental to equal the appalling heart-breaking anguish of fetching an idea from nowhere.