Then, suddenly again, Christopher Robin, who was still looking at the world, with his chin in his hand, called out "Pooh!" "Yes?" said Pooh. "When I'm-when-Pooh!" "Yes, Christopher Robin?" "I'm not going to do Nothing any more." "Never again?" "Well, not so much. They don't let you." Pooh waited for him to go on, but he was silent again. "Yes, Christopher Robin?" said Pooh helpfully. "Pooh, when I'm-you know-when I'm not doing Nothing, will you come up here sometimes?" "Just me?" "Yes, Pooh." "Will you be here too?" "Yes Pooh, I will be really. I promise I will be Pooh." "That's good, " said Pooh. "Pooh, promise you won't forget about me, ever. Not even when I'm a hundred." Pooh thought for a little. "How old shall I be then?" "Ninety-nine." Pooh nodded. "I promise, " he said. Still with his eyes on the world Christopher Robin put out a hand and felt Pooh's paw. "Pooh, " said Christopher Robin earnestly, "if I-if I'm not quite-" he stopped and tried again- "Pooh, whatever happens, you will understand, won't you?" "Understand what?" "Oh, nothing." He laughed and jumped to his feet. "Come on!" "Where?" said Pooh. "Anywhere." said Christopher Robin. So, they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing.
I raised Christopher to cherish life and to cherish each other every single day, ... Christopher was a man with a conscience and he was raised as a Christian. I think the one thing I am most proud of about Christopher was his heart condition. He was a giver to anyone who asked. He was a man of his word. And he was loyal. All of these things are conditions of the heart that I know I helped to develop and instill in him.
Christopher Nolan's astounding third Batman feature, 'The Dark Knight Rises,' represents the true maturation of the superhero movie - and provides the key to understanding the bottomless craving moviegoers have for these films, 34 years after the Christopher Reeve Superman gave birth to the genre.
Poor Christopher-John had fallen into the hands of Miss. Daisy Crocker. I greatly sympathized him, but as in everything else, Christopher John tried to see the bright side in having to face such a shrew every morning. "Maybe she done changed," he said hopefully on the first day of school. However, when classes were over he was noticeably quiet. Well?" I asked him. He shrugged dejectedly and admitted, "She still the same.
Mildred D. Taylor
Poor Christopher-John had fallen into the hands of Miss. Daisy Crocker. I greatly sympathized him, but as in everything else, Christopher John tried to see the bright side in having to face such a shrew every morning. "Maybe she done changed, " he said hopefully on the first day of school. However, when classes were over he was noticeably quiet. Well?" I asked him. He shrugged dejectedly and admitted, "She still the same.
Mildred D. Taylor
Would you teach me, Seth?' Seth smiled and leaned back in his seat. 'You do realise, of course, that you have no idea what you ask of me?' Seth replied after a moment. 'Of course, ' Christopher replied quietly. 'Could you tell me?' 'No. That is the problem you see, ' Seth said. 'Magic is something you can never prepare someone for. Magic will make you, Christopher. It will find all the secret empty places of longing in you and fill them more surely than any other love. And magic will break your heart.' A slight, rather sad smile crossed Christopher's face for a moment. 'I know what you're thinking. You think your heart is already broken, you think that this crooked and winding way is the only path left for you now. But you're wrong. The heart breaks like every wave on the beach and there's a darkness you'll have to pass through that you can't even see from where you are now.
Christopher felt a smile -his first genuine smile in a long time- pulling at his lips. "Does Miss Hathaway have many suitors?" "Oh, yes. But none of them want to marry her." "Why is that, do you imagine?" "They don't want to get shot, " the child said, shrugging. "Pardon?" Christopher's brows lifted. "Before you marry, you have to get shot by an arrow and fall in love, " the boy explained.
I beg your pardon?' Catherine interrupted. 'Are you implying that women have poor judgment?' 'In these matters, yes.' Leo gestured to Christopher. 'Just look at the fellow, standing there like a bloody Greek god. Do you think she chose him because of his intellect?' 'I graduated from Cambridge, ' Christopher said acidly. 'Should I have brought my diploma?' 'In this family, ' Cam interrupted, 'there is no requirement of a university degree to prove one's intelligence. Lord Ramsay is a perfect example of how one has nothing to do with the other?
After that, all the while Millie was eating the pudding... we both tore Christopher's character to shreds. It was wonderful fun.... He drove everyone mad in Chrestomanci Castle by insisting on silk shirts and exactly the right kind of pajamas. 'And he could get them right anyway by magic,' Millie told me, 'if he wasn't too lazy to learn how.... But the thing that really annoys me is the way he never bothers to learn a person's name. If a person isn't important to him, he always forgets their name.' When Millie said this, I realized that Christopher had never once forgotten my name...
Diana Wynne Jones
After that, all the while Millie was eating the pudding... we both tore Christopher's character to shreds. It was wonderful fun... He drove everyone mad in Chrestomanci Castle by insisting on silk shirts and exactly the right kind of pajamas. 'And he could get them right anyway by magic, ' Millie told me, 'if he wasn't too lazy to learn how... But the thing that really annoys me is the way he never bothers to learn a person's name. If a person isn't important to him, he always forgets their name.' When Millie said this, I realized that Christopher had never once forgotten my name...
Diana Wynne Jones
I'm fairly certain, Captain, ' she said, 'that the more you discover about me, the more you will dislike me. Therefore, let's cut to the chase and acknowledge that we don't like each other. Then we won't have to bother with the in-between part.' She was so bloody frank and practical about the whole thing that Christopher couldn't help but be amused. 'I'm afraid I can't oblige you.' 'Why not?' 'Because when you said that just now, I found myself starting to like you.' 'You'll recover, ' she said. Her decisive tone made him want to smile. 'It's getting worse, actually, ' he told her. 'Now I'm absolutely convinced that I like you.' Beatrix gave him a patently skeptical stare. 'What about my hedgehog? Do you like her, too?' Christopher considered that. 'Affection for rodents can't be rushed.' 'Medusa isn't a rodent. She's an erinaceid.
All right, then, ' she snapped, 'do as you please! Perhaps afterward we could manage a coherent discussion.' Twisting beneath him, she flopped onto her stomach. Christopher went still. After a long hesitation, she heard him ask in a far more normal voice, 'What are you doing?' 'I'm making it easier for you, ' came her defiant reply. 'Go on, start ravishing.' Another silence. Then, 'Why are you facing downward?' 'Because that's how it's done.' Beatrix twisted to look at him over her shoulder. A twinge of uncertainty caused her to ask, 'Isn't it?' His face was blank. 'Has no one ever told you?' 'No, but I've read about it.' Christopher rolled off her, relieving her of his weight. He wore an odd expression as he asked, 'From what books?' 'Veterinary manuals. And of course, I've observed the squirrels in springtime, and farm animals and-' She was interrupted as Christopher cleared his throat loudly, and again. Darting a confused glance at him, she realized that he was trying to choke back amusement. Beatrix began to feel indignant. Her first time in a bed with a man, and he was laughing. 'Look here, ' she said in a businesslike manner, 'I've read about the mating habits of over two dozen species, and with the exception of snails, whose genitalia is on their necks, they all-' She broke off and frowned. 'Why are you laughing at me? Christopher had collapsed, overcome with hilarity. As he lifted his head and saw her affronted expression, he struggled manfully with another outburst. 'Beatrix. I'm... I'm not laughing at you.' 'You are!' 'No I'm not. It's just... ' He swiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and a few more chuckles escaped. 'Squirrels... ' 'Well, it may be humorous to you, but it's a very serious matter to the squirrels.
Captain Phelan and I dislike each other, ' Beatrix told her. 'In fact, we're sworn enemies.' Christopher glanced at her quickly. 'When did we become sworn enemies?' Ignoring him, Beatrix said to her sister, 'Regardless, he's staying for tea.' 'Wonderful, ' Amelia said equably. 'Why are you enemies, dear?' 'I met him yesterday while I was out walking, ' Beatrix explained. 'And he called Medusa a 'garden pest, ' and faulted me for bringing her to a picnic.' Amelia smiled at Christopher. 'Medusa has been called many worse things around here, including 'diseased pincushion, ' and 'perambulating cactus.'