“...like a moth lost in dawn's light.”
“Moths swarmed around the parking lot lamps, banging into the glass with a steady tap-tap-tap, and I wondered if they welcomed the dawn. At dawn, they could stop slamming their heads into the thing that forever kept them from the light. People don't have a dawn. We just keep slamming away until it kills us.”
“I seem to draw the crazies like a moth to a flame. Ian says the bugs come to the light.”
“Dawn was breaking, like the light from another world.”
“We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!”
“I need you like - like light. You're light, all right - like a flame to a moth. I told you once that you shouldn't mess with forbidden things - I should have taken my own advice.”