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

“Be the flame, not the moth.”

“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?”

“We were like a moth right next to the flame. It's like, do any more and you go down. We were so tired. One final lap, and then have a rest.”

“Like a moth to a flame
Burned by the fire.
My love is blind
Can't you see my desire?”

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

“Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.”

“Moth: I gave you my life.

Flame: I allowed you to kiss me.”

“A stray fact: insects are not drawn to candle flames, they are drawn to the light on the far side of the flame, they go into the flame and sizzle to nothingness because they're so eager to get to the light on the other side.”

“Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”