... an ugly, lovely town ... crawling, sprawling ... by the side of a long and splendid curving shore. This sea-town was my world. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
All world was one, one windy nothing, My world was christened in a stream of milk. — 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… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
A worm tells summer better than the clock, The slug's a living calendar of days; What shall it tell me if a… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
The condition of the world today is such that most writers feel they cannot truthfully be "comic" about it. — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
This world is half the devil's and my own, Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl and curling round the… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
A truly comic, invented world must live at the same time as the world we live in. — 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 love you more than anybody in the world... I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you; I’m frightened to tell you. I can always feel your… — 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
