"Do not go gently into that good night but rage, rage against the dying of the light."
"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."
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Source: Dylan Thomas (2003). “Dylan Thomas Selected Poems, 1934-1952”, p.185, New Directions Publishing
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