Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas More Quotes by Dylan Thomas More Quotes From Dylan Thomas A horrid alcoholic explosion scatters all my good intentions like bits of limbs and clothes over the doorsteps and into the saloon bars of the tawdriest pubs. Dylan Thomas clothesalcoholdrinking And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read? Dylan Thomas auntshiningmissing I do not remember-that is the point-the first impulse that pumped and shoved most of the earlier poems along, and they are still too near me, with their vehement beat-pounding black and green rhythms like those of a very young policeman exploding, for me to see the written evidence of it. Dylan Thomas vehementblackinspirational These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn' fool if they weren't. Dylan Thomas umpiresconfusionmen Families, like countries, take their prophets unkindly, but a verse-speaker in the house is dishonor to be hooted. Dylan Thomas prophethousecountry And from the first declension of the flesh Dylan Thomas thoughtfulmenthinking The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bend by the same wintry fever. Dylan Thomas flowerrootslife This bread I break was once the oat, Dylan Thomas winemennight Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas I just drank eighteen whiskies. That must be a record. Dylan Thomas Someone's boring me. I think it's me. Dylan Thomas From my point of view the worst thing would be for it to end up in the hands of a private collector who locks it up in a bank vault for 50 years, it was hard to keep my hands off it -- I just want to pore through it, to be able to read every word in his crabbed, backwards-sloping hand -- it is such a covetable object. Dylan Thomas world Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas goodlightagenight The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone. Dylan Thomas wordsalonemyselflove As I read more and more - and it was not all verse, by any means - my love for the real life of words increased until I knew that I must live with them and in them, always. I knew, in fact, that I must be a writer of words, and nothing else. Dylan Thomas livewordslovelife I have never sat down and studied the Bible, never consciously echoed its language, and am, in reality, as ignorant of it as most brought-up Christians. All of the Bible that I use in my work is remembered from childhood and is the common property of all who were brought up in English-speaking communities. Dylan Thomas childhoodworkbiblereality But time has set its maggot on their track. Dylan Thomas settracktime Every device there is in language is there to be used, if you will. Poets have got to enjoy themselves sometimes, and the twistings and convolutions of words, the inventions and contrivances, are all part of the joy that is part of the painful, voluntary work. Dylan Thomas wordsyouenjoywork No honest writer today can possibly avoid being influenced by Freud through his pioneering work into the Unconscious and by the influence of those discoveries on the scientific, philosophic, and artistic work of his contemporaries: but not, by any means, necessarily through Freud's own writing. Dylan Thomas influenceworkwritingtoday
