“We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!”

“... I like your Jesus ... there's no doubt he was a great sadhu, most likely trained in India, but you know, he was wrong about God. God is not a judgemental giant sitting up in heaven, it's a force within us all - we are light bulbs in the electrical system of the universe.”

“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.”

“She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame. ”

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

“... but happiness is to joy as an electric light bulb is to the sun. Happiness always has an object, you're happy because of something, it's a condition whose existence depends on external things. Joy, on the other hand, has no object. It seizes you for no apparent reason, it's like the sun, its burning is fueled by its own heart.”