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Boredom
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Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.
-Dylan Thomas
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Business
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Great is the hand that holds dominion over man by a scribbled name.
-Dylan Thomas
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Death
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.
-Dylan Thomas
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Forgiveness
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When one burns one's bridges, what a very nice fire it makes.
-Dylan Thomas
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Innocence
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We can catch buses and count our change and cross the roads and talk real sentences. But our innocence goes awfully deep, and our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't.
-Dylan Thomas, Letter, 1936; published in The Collected Letters of Dylan Thomas, 1985.
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Intelligence
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Never be lucid, never state, if you would be regarded great.
-Dylan Thomas
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Life
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The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Drives my green age that blasts the roots of trees is my destroyer.
-Dylan Thomas
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Literary
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To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
-Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood, 1954
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Past, the
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The function of posterity is to look after itself.
-Dylan Thomas
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Poetry
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A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.
-Dylan Thomas
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You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick... You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps... so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.
-Dylan Thomas
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Snow
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One Christmas was so much like another,...that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twleve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
-Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales, 1954
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Books by and about Dylan Thomas