In the beginning was the secret brain. The brain was celled and soldered in the thought — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
And from the first declension of the flesh I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts Into the stony idiom… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Go on thinking that you don't need to be read and you'll find that it may become quite true: no one will… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I used to think that once a writer became a man of letters, if only for a half hour, he was done… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I like to think of poetry as statements made on the way to the grave. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
But oh, San Francisco! It is and has everything - you wouldn't think that such a place as San Francisco could exist. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
You wouldn't think such a place as San Francisco could exist. The wonderful sunlight there, the hills, the great bridges, the Pacific… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
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… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
There is only one position for an artist anywhere; and that is upright. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“Thousands of miles,' I said. It's Rhosilli, USA. We're going to camp on a bit of rock that wobbles in the winds.” — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
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… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I hold a beast, an angel, and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Do not go gentle into that goodnight, rage, rage against the dying of the light. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
A born writer is born scrofulous; his career is an accident dictated by physical or circumstantial disabilities. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
Rhianon, he said, hold my hand, Rhianon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow.… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I know in London a Welsh hairdresser who has striven so vehemently to abolish his accent that he sounds like a man speaking with… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
