“The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. He might get burned, but he's in the game. And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll Beat his wings 'til he burns them black... No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . .The Moth don't care if The Flame is real, 'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal. And nothing fuels a good flirtation, Like Need and Anger and Desperation... No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . . ”

“I was hopelessly drawn to him like a moth to a flame... I had a feeling I would get burned by Carter Morgan, but I didn't care.”

“Be the flame, not the moth.”

“together—“like a moth to a flame, there’d be nothing left.”

“Moth to a flame I follow.”

“Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.”

“Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had several lifetimes' worth of reason, cold machinations, and, ultimately, emptiness. Perhaps the moths knew what he didn't, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.”