Author: Dylan Thomas

Cited by

• Richard Wright (1)
  • IN: The Long Dream (1958) Fiction, Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: Sleep navigates the tides of time: The dry sargasso of the tomb Gives up it's dead to such a working sea; And sleep rolls mute above the beds Where fishes' food is fed the shades Who periscope through flowers to the sky
    FROM: When Once the Twilight Locks No Longer, (1934), Poem, UK
• Margaret Laurence (1)
  • IN: The Stone Angel (1964) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
    FROM: "Do not go gentle into that good night", (1951), Poem, UK
• A. Sivanandan (1)
  • IN: When Memory Dies (1997) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: And I saw in the turning so clearly a child's Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother Through the parables Of sun light...
    FROM: Poem in October, (1945), NULL, UK
• Ally Condie (1)
  • IN: Crossed (2011) Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Do not go gentle into that good night, / Old age should burn and rage at close of day; / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. / Though wise men at their end know dark is right, / Because theirs words had forked no lightning they / Do not go gentle into that good night. / Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright / Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. / 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. / Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight / Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, / Rage, rage against the dying of the light. / And you, my father, there on the sad height, / Curse, bless me now with you fierce tears, I pray. / Do not go gentle into that good night. / Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
    FROM: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, (1951), Poem, England/US
• Tim Wynne-Jones (1)
  • IN: The Emperor of Any Place (2015) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A process in the weather of the world, Turns ghost to ghost; each mothered child Sits in their double shade. A process blows the moon into the sun, Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin; And the heart gives up its dead.
    FROM: A Process in the Weather of the Heart, (1934), Poem, England / US
• Ilsa J. Bick (1)
  • IN: Monsters (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I hold a beast, and angel, and a madman in me.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Han Suyin (1)
  • IN: The Mountain is Young (1958) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: And tomorrow weeps in a blind cage But dark is a long way
    FROM: NULL, (None), Poem, UK
• Gilchrist Ellen (1)
  • IN: The Courts of Love (1996) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "...for the lovers, their arms round the griefs of the ages, who pay no praise or wages nor heed my craft or art."
    FROM: "In My Craft or Sullen Art", (1946), Poem, UK
• Thomas H. Cook (1)
  • IN: Sacrificial Ground (1988) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: After the first death, there is no other.
    FROM: A Refusal to Mourn the Death by Fire, of a child in London, (1945), Poem, UK
• Alastair Reynolds (1)
  • IN: Blue Remembered Earth (2012) Novel, Science Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: And I am dumb to tell a weather’s wind How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
    FROM: The force that through the green fuse drives the flower, (1934), Poem, UK
• Philip Roth (1)
  • IN: Exit Ghost (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Before death takes you, O take back this.
    FROM: "Find Meat on Bones", (1936), Poem, US
• Eleanor Brown (1)
  • IN: The Weird Sisters (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But we only called the fire brigade, and soon the fire engine came and three tall men in helmets brought a hose into the house and Mr. Prothero got out just in time before they turned it on. Nobody could have had a noisier Christmas Eve. And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?"
    FROM: A Child's Christmas in Wales, (1952), Poem, UK
• T. C. Boyle (1)
  • IN: Talk Talk (2006) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thought Into the stormy idiom of the brain, ... I laernt the words of will, and had my secret; The code of night tapped on my tongue; What had been one was many sounding minded.
    FROM: "From love's first fever to her plague", (1934), Poem, UK
• Ryan Gattis (1)
  • IN: Safe (2017) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Do not go gentle into that good night.
    FROM: "Do not go gentle into that good night", (1951), Poem, UK
• Tom Robbins (1)
  • IN: Jitterbug Perfume (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Frederick Exley (1)
  • IN: A Fan's Notes (1968) Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: All Wales is like this. I have a friend who writes long and entirely unprintable verses beginning, "What are you, Wales, but a tired old bitch?" and, "Wales my country, Wales my sow."
    FROM: Letter to Pamela Hansford Johnson, (None), Letter, NULL