You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up! Dylan Thomas More Quotes by Dylan Thomas More Quotes From Dylan Thomas I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret; Dylan Thomas learning night knowledge Do not go gentle into the good night. Old age should burn and rage at close of day. Dylan Thomas good-night dying death The moment of a miracle is unending lightning. Dylan Thomas lightning miracle moments I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, down throw and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression. Dylan Thomas angel self writing One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. Dylan Thomas sleep night years Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies. Dylan Thomas garters garden baby Oh, isn't life a terrible thing, thank God? Dylan Thomas garters thank-god life I liked the taste of beer, its live, white lather, its brass-bright depths, the sudden world through the wet-brown walls of the glass, the tilted rush to the lips and the slow swallowing down to the lapping belly, the salt on the tongue, the foam at the corners. Dylan Thomas wall glasses beer Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction. Dylan Thomas harsh conviction thinking Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true "Poem on His Birthday Dylan Thomas light dark heaven Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels. Dylan Thomas bulbs doom spring Too many of the artists of Wales spend too much time talking about the position of theartists of Wales.There is only one position for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright. Dylan Thomas artist time talking I used to think that once a writer became a man of letters, if only for a half hour, he was done for. And here I am now, at the very moment of such an odious, though respectable, danger. Dylan Thomas here-i-am men thinking Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will feel the need tom read it because it is written for yourself alone; and the public won't feel any impulse to gate crash such a private party. Dylan Thomas party needs thinking ... Rebel against the flesh and bone, Dylan Thomas men life blood Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas Dylan Thomas winning heart lying Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction. Dylan Thomas abstraction cities The photograph is married to the eye, Dylan Thomas skins eye truth Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box. Dylan Thomas salt sleep two The condition of the world today is such that most writers feel they cannot truthfully be "comic" about it. Dylan Thomas writing today world
