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"Friend, my enemy, I call you out. You, you, you there with a bad thorn in your side. You there, my friend, with a winning air. Who pawned the lie on me when he looked brassly at my shyest secret. With my whole heart under your hammer. That though I loved him for his faults as much as for his good. My friend were an enemy upon stilts with his head in a cunning cloud. -Dylan Thomas"
"And on seesaw Sunday nights, I'd woo who ever I would with my wicked eye!"
"But oh, San Francisco! It is and has everything - you wouldn't think that such a place as San Francisco could exist."
"You just wait. I'll sin 'til I blow up!"
"I used to think that once a writer became a man of letters, if only for a half hour, he was done for. And here I am now, at the very moment of such an odious, though respectable, danger."
"The moment of a miracle is unending lightning."
"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower drives my green age."
"Too many of the artists of Wales spend too much time talking about the position of theartists of Wales.There is only one position for an artist anywhere: and that is, upright."
"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bend by the same wintry fever."
"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 of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six."
"Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies."
"I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret; The code of night tapped on my tongue; What had been one was many sounding minded."
"... Rebel against the flesh and bone, The word of the blood, the wily skin, And the maggot no man can slay."
"The photograph is married to the eye, Grafts on its bride one-sided skins of truth."
"Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box."
"Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower."
"This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed."
"Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name."
"I know in London a Welsh hairdresser who has striven so vehemently to abolish his accent that he sounds like a man speaking with the Elgin marbles in his mouth."
"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night."