Dylan Thomas

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

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.

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

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.

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

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

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.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

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

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

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

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.

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