They wanted to come in after the pounds", explained Pooh, "so I let them. It's the best way to write poetry, letting things come.

Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

Turn around, Piglet. Step lightly, Pooh. This silly ol' dance is perfect for two.

And really, it wasn’t much good having anything exciting like floods, if you couldn’t share them with somebody.

Just because an animal is large, it doesn't mean he doesn't want kindness; however big Tigger seems to be, remember that he wants as much kindness as Roo.

Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit. There isn't any, other stair, quite like, it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair, where, I always, stop. Halfway up the stairs, isn't up, and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts, run round my head: It isn't really anywhere! It's somewhere else instead!