Dylan Thomas

The land of my fathers. My fathers can have it.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

I went on all over the States, ranting poems to enthusiastic audiences that, the week before, had been equally enthusiastic about lectures on Railway Development or the Modern Turkish Essay.

Whatever talents I possess may suddenly diminish or suddenly increase. I can with ease become an ordinary fool. I may be one now. But it doesn't do to upset one's own vanity.

Washington isn't a city, it's an abstraction.

There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright.

My education was the liberty I had to read indiscriminately and all the time, with my eyes hanging out.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

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.

He who seeks rest finds boredom. He who seeks work finds rest.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.

When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.

Do not go gentle into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light.