The hardest part is what to leave behind, ... It's time to let go!
Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?” "Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.
We'll be Friends Forever, won't we, Pooh?' asked Piglet. Even longer,' Pooh answered.
I was walking along looking for somebody, and then suddenly I wasn't anymore.
You gave me Christopher Robin, and then You breathed new life in Pooh. Whatever of each has left my pen Goes homing back to you. My book is ready, and comes to greet The mother it longs to see -- It would be my present to you, my sweet, If it weren't your gift to me.
It is a terrible thing for an author to have a lot of people running about his book without any invitation from him at all.