Morris Moss Quotes

Wild dreaming is what they desire most. Dreams that hold the scent of deep green moss, lichen, the place where the roots of a tree enter the earth, old stone, the dust of a moth's wings.

She asked him, What is the scent of snow? He replied, Soft, cold, blue. And she asked of blue could be a scent. He answered, Moss, tundra, clean earth and lichen. The scent of snow is calm, An absence of scent that illuminates, so that any warm life smells so rich.

For years, much of Kraft’s motivation in getting people to eat more of its convenience foods had come from the bosses at Philip Morris.

She had not forgotten the time she was lost - how even while lost she refused to feel the fear, but instead saw only the green beauty of the wildwood, breathing deep the scent of trees, earth, lichen, moss.

Junglelike swamps often melted into the bayou, where the earth seemed unable to make up her mind whether to be land or water, and finally melted into a combination that was both and neither. Great cypresses crowded around the flat boat, their mourning shawls of lacy grey Spanish moss sometimes brushing down to the still surface of the secret streams.