I Suppose This Is The Reason Why

Never Forget Me, Because If I Thought You Would, I'd Never Leave.

They're Funny Things, Accidents. You Never Have Them Till You're Having Them.

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.

Promise You Won't Forget Me, Ever. Not Even When I'm A Hundred.

So Perhaps The Best Thing To Do Is To Stop Writing Introductions And Get On With The Book.