Quotes About Moss

The open spaces are almost too raw to take in — lidless eyes of blackwater flashes, caribou moss sodden and spongy as a lung. It's as if the landscape's insides are all on the surface. Exposed stone cracked by millennia of frost, fractures that weren't properly set leaving a permanent hitch in the country's gait. Even as you walk its naked spine you can feel the island limping away from you. TRANSTRÖMER ON BRIMSTONE HEAD 1.

The open spaces are almost too raw to take in — lidless eyes of blackwater flashes, caribou moss sodden and spongy as a lung. It's as if the landscape's insides are all on the surface. Exposed stone cracked by millennia of frost, fractures that weren't properly set leaving a permanent hitch in the country's gait. Even as you walk its naked spine you can feel the island limping away from you.

America had yet seen—that is, until the public caught on and the lean, ammonia-processed beef came to be known as "pink slime.

famous Swiss manufacturer of flavors and fragrances, Givaudan

Each year, food companies use an amount of salt that is every bit as staggering as it sounds: 5 billion pounds.

Where there is a woman there is magic. If there is a moon falling from her mouth, she is a woman who knows her magic, who can share or not share her powers. A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.

Is that the way it's going to be, I wonder? Is that the future: Large numbers of people stuck in either President-elect Donner's version of slavery or Richard Moss's.

The fans can be made to work on kid power. He's hooked them up to an old bicycle frame, and every Moss kid who's old enough to manage the pedals sooner or later gets drafted into powering the fans. The Moss kids hate it, but they know what they'll get if they don't do it.

Sand from the Urns Green as mould is the house of oblivion. Before each of the blowing gates your beheaded minstrel turns blue. For you he beats his drum made of moss and of harsh pubic hair; With a festering toe in the sand he traces your eyebrow. Longer he draws it than ever it was, and the red of your lip. You fill up the urns here and nourish your heart.