Quotes About Dylan Thomas

My father had wanted to name me for Dylan Thomas. He had seen him speak on one of those drunken poetry tours he did.

Sidney Harman, another highly successful CEO who was largely self-educated (he co-founded Harman Kardon), expressed the point well in his memoir, Mind Your Own Business: "Writing is not the simple transfer of fully formed intellectual inventory from brain to paper… Writing is discovery. It is, as Dylan Thomas said, 'the blank page on which I read my mind.

It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.

Time kills me terribly. 'Time shall not murder you,' He said, 'Nor the green nought be hurt; Who could hack out your unsucked heart, O green and unborn and undead?' I saw time murder me.

And the high-heaped fire spat, all ready for the chestnuts and the mulling pokers.

And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

My father had wanted to name me for Dylan Thomas. He had seen him speak on one of those drunken poetry tours he did.

I had - along with my singing and dancing, I was very happy to be born in the hometown of Dylan Thomas. So the government was financing dramatic groups and amateur dramatics and stuff like that.

Within the microcosm of a film you get drawn to people. There are certain projects you care enormously about, and 'The Edge Of Love' was one because I was portraying a great hero of mine, Dylan Thomas.

Under Milk Wood' was given to me when I was quite young, in Sydney. I didn't even know what Wales was, let alone anything about Dylan Thomas. It taught me the beginning of my love of English literature.

I tell people I never got to hear Dylan Thomas read because my husband wouldn't let me, because he thought it would be a sort of bad influence. People say, 'And you didn't go?' They're so surprised because the me they know would have gone. And I say I was very much a 'yes, dear' wife.

I'm doing a Dylan Thomas film, Map of Love, with Mick Jagger producing again. It's a wonderful script.

Rage, rage"!' shouted Bryant, picking up his walking stick and waving it like a pirate cutlass. '"Rage against the dying of the light"!' 'Has he been at the sherry?' Renfield looked nonplussed. 'No,' said May wearily, 'he's been at the Dylan Thomas. Don't worry, I'll take care of him.

It is not their love for men but the impotence of their love for men which hinders the Christians of today from burning us

Life's but a walking shadow,' Mercy, 'a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.' " He countered my Dylan Thomas with Shakespeare