I sang in my chains like the sea

— Dylan Thomas

It snowed last year too: I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down, and I knocked my brother down, and then we had tea.

— Dylan Thomas

It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeer. But there were cats.

— Dylan Thomas

Man be my metaphor’,

— Dylan Thomas

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

— Dylan Thomas

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

— Dylan Thomas

On No Work of Woodson no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody Belly of the rich year and the big purse of my body bitterly take to task my poverty and craft:To take to give is all, return what is hungrily given Puffing the pounds of manna up through the dew to heaven, The lovely gift of the gab bangs back on a blind shaft. To lift to leave from the treasures of man is pleasing death That will rake at last all currencies of the marked breath And count the taken, forsaken mysteries in a bad dark. To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice. Ancient woods of my blood, dash down to the nut of the seas If I take to burn or return this world which is each man's work.

— Dylan Thomas

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.

— Dylan Thomas

Rhiannon, he said, hold my hand, Rhiannon. She did not hear him, but stood over his bed and fixed him with an unbroken sorrow. Hold my hand, he said, and then: why are your putting the sheet over my face?

— Dylan Thomas

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

— Dylan Thomas