“Later on, when they had all said “Good-bye” and “Thank-you” to Christopher Robin, Pooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent. “When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what's the first thing you say to yourself?”“What's for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”“I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting to-day?” said Piglet.Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It's the same thing,” he said.”
―
A.A. Milne,
Winnie-the-Pooh
“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart…I’ll always be with you.” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You are braver than you believe,Stronger than you seem,And smarter than you think(:” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You're braver than you believe and stronger and smarter than you think.” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You are stronger than you seem,Braver than you believe,and smarter than you think you are.” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. - Christopher Robin” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“I find it most remarkable that we who are so intimately involved in the battle between good and evil are even more involved with the shades of gray in between them.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Sons of Entropy
“The contemporary climate is therapeutic, not religious. People today hunger not for personal salvation, let alone for the restoration of an earlier golden age, but for the feeling, the momentary illusion, of personal well-being, health, and psychic security.” ― Christopher Lasch, The Culture of Narcissism: American Life in an Age of Diminishing Expectations
“What is it with you and the Wizard of Oz references? Zombies and werewolves and vamps, oh my. Zombies and werewolves and...” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Halloween Rain
“It was as easy as breathing to go and have tea near the place where Jane Austen had so wittily scribbled and so painfully died. One of the things that causes some critics to marvel at Miss Austen is the laconic way in which, as a daughter of the epoch that saw the Napoleonic Wars, she contrives like a Greek dramatist to keep it off the stage while she concentrates on the human factor. I think this comes close to affectation on the part of some of her admirers. Captain Frederick Wentworth in Persuasion, for example, is partly of interest to the female sex because of the 'prize' loot he has extracted from his encounters with Bonaparte's navy. Still, as one born after Hiroshima I can testify that a small Hampshire township, however large the number of names of the fallen on its village-green war memorial, is more than a world away from any unpleasantness on the European mainland or the high or narrow seas that lie between. (I used to love the detail that Hampshire's 'New Forest' is so called because it was only planted for the hunt in the late eleventh century.) I remember watching with my father and brother through the fence of Stanstead House, the Sussex mansion of the Earl of Bessborough, one evening in the early 1960s, and seeing an immense golden meadow carpeted entirely by grazing rabbits. I'll never keep that quiet, or be that still, again.This was around the time of countrywide protest against the introduction of a horrible laboratory-confected disease, named 'myxomatosis,' into the warrens of old England to keep down the number of nibbling rodents. Richard Adams's lapine masterpiece Watership Down is the remarkable work that it is, not merely because it evokes the world of hedgerows and chalk-downs and streams and spinneys better than anything since The Wind in the Willows, but because it is only really possible to imagine gassing and massacre and organized cruelty on this ancient and green and gently rounded landscape if it is organized and carried out against herbivores.” ― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir
“What makes my bed seem hard seeing it is soft?Or why slips downe the Coverlet so oft?Although the nights be long, I sleepe not tho,My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro.Were Love the cause, it's like I shoulde descry him,Or lies he close, and shoots where none can spie him?T'was so, he stroke me with a slender dart,Tis cruell love turmoyles my captive hart.Yeelding or striving doe we give him might,Lets yeeld, a burden easly borne is light.I saw a brandisht fire increase in strength,Which being not shakt, I saw it die at length.Yong oxen newly yokt are beaten more,Then oxen which have drawne the plow before.And rough jades mouths with stubburn bits are tome,But managde horses heads are lightly borne,Unwilling Lovers, love doth more torment,Then such as in their bondage feele content.Loe I confesse, I am thy captive I,And hold my conquered hands for thee to tie.What needes thou warre, I sue to thee for grace,With armes to conquer armlesse men is base,Yoke VenusDoves, put Mirtle on thy haire,Vulcan will give thee Chariots rich and faire.The people thee applauding thou shalte stand,Guiding the harmelesse Pigeons with thy hand.Yong men and women, shalt thou lead as thrall,So will thy triumph seeme magnificall.I lately cought, will have a new made wound,And captive like be manacled and bound.Good meaning, shame, and such as seeke loves wrackShall follow thee, their hands tied at their backe.Thee all shall feare and worship as a King,Jo, triumphing shall thy people sing.Smooth speeches, feare and rage shall by thee ride,Which troopes hath alwayes bin on Cupids side:Thou with these souldiers conquerest gods and men,Take these away, where is thy honor then?Thy mother shall from heaven applaud this show,And on their faces heapes of Roses strow.With beautie of thy wings, thy faire haire guilded,Ride golden Love in Chariots richly builded.Unlesse I erre, full many shalt thou burne,And give woundes infinite at everie turne.In spite of thee, forth will thy arrowes flie,A scorching flame burnes all the standers by.So having conquerd Inde, was Bacchus hew,Thee Pompous birds and him two tygres drew.Then seeing I grace thy show in following thee,Forbeare to hurt thy selfe in spoyling mee.Beholde thy kinsmans Caesars prosperous bandes,Who gardes the conquered with his conquering hands.-- ELEGIA 2 (Quodprimo Amore correptus, in triumphum duci se a Cupidine patiatur)” ― Christopher Marlowe
“THEY NEVER TAUGHT MARCUS GARVEY IN OUR SCHOOL CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS IS THEIR GOLDEN RULE” ― Jay-Z, Decoded
“We're all leaving now", Blue Eyes whispered to her. "Together. Out the front door. Scream, and we'll kill you here and now."Or later", Willow suggested nervously. "Later would be a big improvement on that idea. We could meet back here in, say, an hour, and you can exhibit your homicidal tendencies then, okay? That would be way better for us.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vol. 2
“...she yanked open her shoulder bag and pulled out a stake. Boy Scouts and vampire slayers should always be prepared.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Halloween Rain
“Yo, zombie guys, pay attention. When it's Simon says, that means you have to do what I say. Let's be more direct. The Slayer says die, like, forever.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vol. 2
“Xander Harris: Hair. Red. Red is good. Fire engines are red. Porsche's are red.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vol. 2
“Accidents happen. I will, um . . . I will pay to have your house rebuilt." "And my barn?" a woman called out. Liam sighed. "Yes, and your barn, too." "And my golden carousel?" shouted another man. "Will you pay for that?" Liam raised an eyebrow. "The giant smashed your golden carousel?" "No," said the man. "I'd just like to have a golden carousel.” ― Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
“She was the Slayer. Normal teen angst didn't stack up to fangs at your throat.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Halloween Rain
“Is your faith such a fragile thing that it can be so easily shattered?” ― Christopher Golden, Dragon Secrets
“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we’re apart…I’ll always be with you.” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You are braver than you believe,Stronger than you seem,And smarter than you think(:” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You're braver than you believe and stronger and smarter than you think.” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You are stronger than you seem,Braver than you believe,and smarter than you think you are.” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. - Christopher Robin” ― Carter Crocker, Disney's Pooh's Grand Adventure The Search for Christopher Robin
“I find it most remarkable that we who are so intimately involved in the battle between good and evil are even more involved with the shades of gray in between them.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Sons of Entropy
“The contemporary climate is therapeutic, not religious. People today hunger not for personal salvation, let alone for the restoration of an earlier golden age, but for the feeling, the momentary illusion, of personal well-being, health, and psychic security.” ― Christopher Lasch, The Culture of Narcissism: American Life in an Age of Diminishing Expectations
“What is it with you and the Wizard of Oz references? Zombies and werewolves and vamps, oh my. Zombies and werewolves and...” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Halloween Rain
“It was as easy as breathing to go and have tea near the place where Jane Austen had so wittily scribbled and so painfully died. One of the things that causes some critics to marvel at Miss Austen is the laconic way in which, as a daughter of the epoch that saw the Napoleonic Wars, she contrives like a Greek dramatist to keep it off the stage while she concentrates on the human factor. I think this comes close to affectation on the part of some of her admirers. Captain Frederick Wentworth in Persuasion, for example, is partly of interest to the female sex because of the 'prize' loot he has extracted from his encounters with Bonaparte's navy. Still, as one born after Hiroshima I can testify that a small Hampshire township, however large the number of names of the fallen on its village-green war memorial, is more than a world away from any unpleasantness on the European mainland or the high or narrow seas that lie between. (I used to love the detail that Hampshire's 'New Forest' is so called because it was only planted for the hunt in the late eleventh century.) I remember watching with my father and brother through the fence of Stanstead House, the Sussex mansion of the Earl of Bessborough, one evening in the early 1960s, and seeing an immense golden meadow carpeted entirely by grazing rabbits. I'll never keep that quiet, or be that still, again.This was around the time of countrywide protest against the introduction of a horrible laboratory-confected disease, named 'myxomatosis,' into the warrens of old England to keep down the number of nibbling rodents. Richard Adams's lapine masterpiece Watership Down is the remarkable work that it is, not merely because it evokes the world of hedgerows and chalk-downs and streams and spinneys better than anything since The Wind in the Willows, but because it is only really possible to imagine gassing and massacre and organized cruelty on this ancient and green and gently rounded landscape if it is organized and carried out against herbivores.” ― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir
“What makes my bed seem hard seeing it is soft?Or why slips downe the Coverlet so oft?Although the nights be long, I sleepe not tho,My sides are sore with tumbling to and fro.Were Love the cause, it's like I shoulde descry him,Or lies he close, and shoots where none can spie him?T'was so, he stroke me with a slender dart,Tis cruell love turmoyles my captive hart.Yeelding or striving doe we give him might,Lets yeeld, a burden easly borne is light.I saw a brandisht fire increase in strength,Which being not shakt, I saw it die at length.Yong oxen newly yokt are beaten more,Then oxen which have drawne the plow before.And rough jades mouths with stubburn bits are tome,But managde horses heads are lightly borne,Unwilling Lovers, love doth more torment,Then such as in their bondage feele content.Loe I confesse, I am thy captive I,And hold my conquered hands for thee to tie.What needes thou warre, I sue to thee for grace,With armes to conquer armlesse men is base,Yoke VenusDoves, put Mirtle on thy haire,Vulcan will give thee Chariots rich and faire.The people thee applauding thou shalte stand,Guiding the harmelesse Pigeons with thy hand.Yong men and women, shalt thou lead as thrall,So will thy triumph seeme magnificall.I lately cought, will have a new made wound,And captive like be manacled and bound.Good meaning, shame, and such as seeke loves wrackShall follow thee, their hands tied at their backe.Thee all shall feare and worship as a King,Jo, triumphing shall thy people sing.Smooth speeches, feare and rage shall by thee ride,Which troopes hath alwayes bin on Cupids side:Thou with these souldiers conquerest gods and men,Take these away, where is thy honor then?Thy mother shall from heaven applaud this show,And on their faces heapes of Roses strow.With beautie of thy wings, thy faire haire guilded,Ride golden Love in Chariots richly builded.Unlesse I erre, full many shalt thou burne,And give woundes infinite at everie turne.In spite of thee, forth will thy arrowes flie,A scorching flame burnes all the standers by.So having conquerd Inde, was Bacchus hew,Thee Pompous birds and him two tygres drew.Then seeing I grace thy show in following thee,Forbeare to hurt thy selfe in spoyling mee.Beholde thy kinsmans Caesars prosperous bandes,Who gardes the conquered with his conquering hands.-- ELEGIA 2 (Quodprimo Amore correptus, in triumphum duci se a Cupidine patiatur)” ― Christopher Marlowe
“THEY NEVER TAUGHT MARCUS GARVEY IN OUR SCHOOL CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS IS THEIR GOLDEN RULE” ― Jay-Z, Decoded
“We're all leaving now", Blue Eyes whispered to her. "Together. Out the front door. Scream, and we'll kill you here and now."Or later", Willow suggested nervously. "Later would be a big improvement on that idea. We could meet back here in, say, an hour, and you can exhibit your homicidal tendencies then, okay? That would be way better for us.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vol. 2
“...she yanked open her shoulder bag and pulled out a stake. Boy Scouts and vampire slayers should always be prepared.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Halloween Rain
“Yo, zombie guys, pay attention. When it's Simon says, that means you have to do what I say. Let's be more direct. The Slayer says die, like, forever.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vol. 2
“Xander Harris: Hair. Red. Red is good. Fire engines are red. Porsche's are red.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Vol. 2
“Accidents happen. I will, um . . . I will pay to have your house rebuilt." "And my barn?" a woman called out. Liam sighed. "Yes, and your barn, too." "And my golden carousel?" shouted another man. "Will you pay for that?" Liam raised an eyebrow. "The giant smashed your golden carousel?" "No," said the man. "I'd just like to have a golden carousel.” ― Christopher Healy, The Hero's Guide to Being an Outlaw
“She was the Slayer. Normal teen angst didn't stack up to fangs at your throat.” ― Christopher Golden, Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Halloween Rain
“Is your faith such a fragile thing that it can be so easily shattered?” ― Christopher Golden, Dragon Secrets
