{"quotes":[{"text":"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. . . ","author":"Aimee Mann","tags":["addiction","fire","flame","moths"],"id":19732,"author_id":"Aimee+Mann"},{"text":"I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception.","author":"Vladimir Nabokov","tags":["art","butterflies","magic","moths"],"id":53055,"author_id":"Vladimir+Nabokov"},{"text":"She held the moth to the light. It was nearer brown than yellow,and she remembered having seen some like it in the boxes that afternoon.It was not the one needed to complete the collection,but Elnora might want it,so Mrs. Comstock held on. Then the Almighty was kind,or nature was sufficient,as you look at it,for following the law of its being when disturbed,the moth again threw the spray by which some suppose it attracts its kind,and liberally sprinkled Mrs. Comstock's dress front and arms. From that instant,she became the best moth bait ever invented. Every Polyphemus in range hastened to her,and other fluttering creatures of night followed. The influx came her way. She snatched wildly here and there until she had one in each hand and no place to put them. She could see more coming,and her aching heart,swollen with the strain of long excitement,hurt pitifully.She prayed in broken exclamations that did not always sound reverent,but never was a human soul more intense earnest.","author":"Gene Stratton-Porter","tags":["beauty","moths","nature","night"],"id":63796,"author_id":"Gene+Stratton-Porter"},{"text":"Dad?' Jesus asked.'Yes, son?' God replied.'Do we still have any wrapping paper?' Jesus asked.'No, we don't. I used it all to make butterflies,' God answered.'Butterflies?' Jesus asked bewildered.'Yes, butterflies,' God said.'Why?' Jesus now asked.'Well, sometimes there is no rain so that means no rainbows. And then sometimes people walk alone or don't look at other people and so that don't see any smiles either. So I cut up the wrapping paper and made butterflies for the people of Earth to see and look at so they would smile.'That's lovely dad, but what about moths?' Jesus asked.'They're just small butterflies,' God answered.Jesus laughed, 'I love butterflies.'I know,' God said as he smiled at his son.","author":"Anthony T. Hincks","tags":["butterflies","god","jesus","love","moths","philoosphy","rainbows","religion","smile"],"id":137222,"author_id":"Anthony+T.+Hincks"},{"text":"I grin, and he beams with. ","author":"A.G. Howard","tags":["adorable","cap","conversation-starter","friendly","hat","journey","moths","peregrination","pride","showing-off"],"id":151284,"author_id":"A.G.+Howard"},{"text":"I used to be a poet.My words were traded in marketplaces like pieces of gold.Merchants bought my verses for as much as they paid for saffron and Indian jade.Now I am old...Drunk on wine and candle fumes.Alone in this barren room, I speak my psalms to the night air so as to entertain moths before they go off to die.I used to be a poet and my words were gold.","author":"Roman Payne","tags":["ageing","aging","ambition","beautiful-life","candles","exchange","exchanging","gold","grief","indian","jade","lament","loneliness","lonliness","marketplaces","minor-poem","minor-poetry","money","moths","old-man","old-poet","poetics","poetry","psalms","roman-payne","saffron"],"id":268683,"author_id":"Roman+Payne"},{"text":"The streetlight outside my house shines on tonight and I'm watching it like it could give me a vision. James ain't talked ever and he looks at that streetlight like it was a word and maybe like it was a verb. James wanted to streetlight me and make me bright and beautiful so all the moths and bats would circle me like I was the center of the world an held secrets.","author":"Sherman Alexie","tags":["bats","moths","secrets","streetlight"],"id":302712,"author_id":"Sherman+Alexie"},{"text":"The possibilities of pleasure seemed that morning so enormous and so various that to have only a moth's part in life, and a day moth's at that, appeared a hard fate, and his zest in enjoying his meagre opportunities to the full, pathetic. He flew vigorously to one corner of his compartment, and, after waiting there a second, flew across to the other. What remained for him but to fly to a third corner and then to a fourth? That was all he could do, in spite of the size of the downs, the width of the sky, the far-off smoke of houses, and the romantic voice, now and then, of a steamer out at sea. What he could do he did.","author":"Virginia Woolf","tags":["life","moths","possibility"],"id":330280,"author_id":"Virginia+Woolf"},{"text":"Conner raised an eyebrow. 'Who told you. ","author":"Chris Colfer","tags":["afterlife","alex-bailey","angels","conner-bailey","dubious-sanity","fairies","hilarity","magic","messages-from-beyond-the-grave","moths","sarcasm","the-fairy-godmother","the-land-of-stories","twins"],"id":400140,"author_id":"Chris+Colfer"},{"text":"I was, a near grown man, sat in his dank, dark and rickety digs, feverishly hovering about the glare of a computer screen like a disorientated moth, one searching for a flaming light of recognition from someone/anyone!","author":"Tom Conrad","tags":["indie","love","madness","moths","punctuation","revenge","sticklers","technology","that-semicolon-bitch-had-to-die","tom-conrad","twisted-romance","twitter","writer"],"id":400884,"author_id":"Tom+Conrad"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":10,"pages":1}}