I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine. - Dylan Thomas

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This world is half the devil's and my own, / Daft with the drug that's smoking in a girl / And curling round the bud that forks her eye.

"Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
"Poem on His Birthday