237 Quotes by Dylan Thomas

A springful of larks in a rolling Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling Blackbirds and the sun of October Summery On the hill's shoulder.

What I like to do is treat words as a craftsman does his wood or stone or what-have-you, to hew, carve, mold, coil, polish, and plane them into patterns, sequences, sculptures, fugues of sound expressing some lyrical impulse, some spiritual doubt or conviction, some dimly realized truth I must try to reach and realize.

I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.

And from the first declension of the flesh I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts Into the stony idiom of the brain....

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

In the beginning was the secret brain. The brain was celled and soldered in the thought

You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!

Beginning with doom in the bulb, the spring unravels....

Poetry is what makes my toenails twinkle.