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

“Developers are drawn to complexity like moths to a flame often with the same result.”

“A sensitive person gets burned, like a delicate moth.”

“And, when the bulbs do flash,
as bright as morning,
the crowd keeps on gathering
like an electric storm.”

“The atoms become like a moth, seeking out the region of higher laser intensity.”

“How many Macintosh division employees does it take to screw in a light bulb?" The answer is one. The Macintosh division employee holds up the light bulb and expects the universe to revolve around it.”

“Talent is like electricity. We don't understand electricity. We use it.”

“It is not light that burns, that purifies, that consumes, that divides, and that recomposes; it is fire. And this fire we are talking about always follows light.”

“If, in the very intense electric field in the neighbourhood of the cathode, the molecules of the gas are dissociated and are split up, not into the ordinary chemical atoms, but into these primordial atoms, which we shall for brevity call corpuscles; and if these corpuscles are charged with electricity and projected from the cathode by the electric field, they would behave exactly like the cathode rays.”

“I dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.”