• Gathering Moss - A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses by Robin Wall Kimmerer

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• "It is a sign of respect to call a being by its name, and a sign of disrespect to ignore it."
• "I, too, can have a covenant with change, a pledge to let go, laying aside resistance for the promise of becoming."
• "There was something strangely familiar about the quality of the light; leafy, wet, and saturated with green."
• "In a display case, a thing becomes only a facsimile of itself."
• "I wonder if it's a kind of homesickness."
• "But I think I cannot own a thing and love it at the same time. Owning diminishes the innate sovereignty of a thing, enriching the possessor and reducing the possessed. -- Barbara Kingsolver writes, 'It's going to take the most selfless kind of love to do right by what we cherish and give it the protection to flourish outside our possessive embrace'."
• "But I knew it was fear and the presence of violence around every turn. And grief, grief that rises up from the stumps and soaks into our skin. It's a scene we all want to turn away from, but we had better look at the consequences of what we choose."
• "The survivor stands alone like the last person on earth. There's no joy in being spared the saw when everyone else is gone. -- The trunk and branches are laden with the skeletons of mosses. The sun has bleached away their green and the brown mats are peeling away. -- The wind works at the loose edge of an Antitrichia mat, rustling. We stand there, wordless."
• "I feel myself on that knife-edge between laughter and crying."
• "Late in the long day, the low-hanging sun across the lake would bathe our shore in light as thick and gold as honey."
• "The soft blue green fronds stand up like a glade of translucent ferns, tracking the path of the sun. It is so little. And yet it is enough."