Kate

“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

“The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood

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

“We are not wholly bad or good, who live our lives under Milk Wood.”
― Dylan Thomas, Under Milk Wood