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“No moose," Stevie said. "The moose is a lie.”
― Maureen Johnson, The Vanishing Stair

“Hey! Guy with scary eyes?" Madison called out. "You know what a moose does when someone insults her family?"
Ivan raised his eyebrows.
"She does this." Madison crouched down and charged Ivan. Her head hit him in the stomach.”
― Rick Riordan, The Black Book of Buried Secrets

“If you want to go foraging into the wilds of Canada without proper gear, you deserve what you get, even if that happens to include being attacked by an undead moose.”
― Mira Grant, Feed

“Big Brown Moose

I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a rascally moose,
I'm a moose with a tough, shaggy hide;
and I kick and I prance
in a long-legged dance
with my moose-mama close by my side.

I shrug off the cold
and I sneeze at the wind
and I swivel my ears in the snow;
and I tramp and I tromp
over forest and swamp,
'cause there's nowhere a moose cannot go.

I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a ravenous moose
as I hunt for the willow and yew;
with a snort and a crunch,
I rip off each bunch,
and I chew and I chew and I chew.

When together we slump
in a comfortable clump --
my mountainous mama and I --
I give her a nuzzle
of velvety muzzle.
Our frosty breath drifts to the sky.

I'm a big brown moose,
I'm a slumberous moose,
I'm a moose with a warm, snuggly hide;
and I bask in the moon
as the coyotes croon,
with my moose-mama close by my side.”
― Joyce Sidman, Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold

“Wolves directly affect the entire ecosystem, not just moose populations, their main prey, because less moose equals more tree growth”
― Rolf Peterson

“Moose are the squirrels of Alaska.”
― Tim Moon

“How the hell did you get to the cloister and back so fast?"

"I have a moose."

"A moose."

"Yeah, you know, big deer looking thing, likes water... antlers, well, not this moose, Una's female."

"I want a moose," Brede mumbled.”
― Sally Courtnix, Brede: An erotic fairy tale

“Registration Day' by Gavin Gunhold (1899â€� )
Toronto Review of Poetry, 1947

On registration day at taxidermy school
I distinctly saw the eyes of the stuffed moose
Move.”
― Gordon Korman, A Semester in the Life of a Garbage Bag

“No less pertinent is that there is just something deeply and unquestionably wrong about killing an animal that is so sweetly and dopily unassuming as a moose. I could have slain this one with a slingshot, with a rock or stick—with a folded newspaper, I’d almost bet.”
― Bill Bryson

“A moose can and will murder the unwary in ways obvious to improbable. They can trample you, the pressure of tons of muscle and bone turning your own into jelly. Their antlers pose an understandable risk not merely of goring at thirty-five miles an hour but picking up your limp body and tossing it over a cliff. As though this was an insufficient threat, their nostrils may house bumblebee-like Cephenemyia ulrichii, flies unable to distinguish between moose nasal cavities and human eye sockets when spraying their larvae. You wouldn’t die, but you would need immediate medical attention to prevent significant injury and certain embarrassment when your friends found out.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot

“The universe paid me in moose”
― Maureen Johnson, The Hand on the Wall

“That wasn't a moose was it?" Janelle said when Stevie was out of earshot. "that's a branch, right? it moved in the wind?"
"It's a branch". Nate replied.
"Like, that's obviously a branch," Vi said. "Should we tell her? She seems really invested in this."
"Definitely not," Nate said as Stevie vanished in the direction of the classroom buildings, earbuds already in her ears. "Let her have her moose.”
― Maureen Johnson, The Hand on the Wall

“Even the two moose were surprised. It was almost as cold as Iceland, but not quite. They decided to occupy the last hour on deck knitting hats and scarves for Snugs, Carla, and James. Clickety-click went their knitting needle antlers...”
― Suzy Davies, Snugs The Snow Bear

“Let her have her moose.”
― Maureen Johnson, The Hand on the Wall

“One does not need to look too deeply into the transcripts of witch trials before uncovering tortured women speaking of cavorting with everyday animals. (There does seem to be a size limit; one can converse with a devil in the form of a dog, but not a moose and surely not an elephant.)”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Curious Case of the Talking Mongoose