Kate

“Come on up, boys
-I'm dead.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

“To begin, at the beginning...”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

“before you let the sun in, mind he wipes his shoes.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

“From where you are you can hear in Cockle Row in the spring, moonless night, Miss Price, dressmaker and sweetshop-keeper, dream of her lover, tall as the town clock tower, Samson syrup-gold-maned, whacking thighed and piping hot, thunderbolt-bass'd and barnacle-breasted, flailing up the cockles with his eyes like blowlamps and scooping low over her lonely loving hotwaterbottled body.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood