So how can a poet-an intelligent, serious poet-write mystical verse now? The poetry of Adam Zagajewski provides the beginning of an answer to this question.

The unadmitted reason why traditional readers are hostile to e-books is that we still hold the superstitious idea that a book is like a soul, and that every soul should have its own body.

Teaching and writing have tended to proceed on parallel lines, but there have been times when there was indeed carry-over from the classroom to the creative work.

Once a poet calls his myth a myth, he prevents the reader from treating it as a reality; we use the word "myth" only for stories we ourselves cannot believe.

With luck, a writer capable of producing both Slouching Towards Kalamazoo and The Blood of the Lamb will not remain unappreciated for long.

When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.

No leader can be too far ahead of his followers.

Labour, like all other things which are purchased and sold... has its natural and its market price.

Concepts create idols; only wonder comprehends anything. People kill one another over idols. Wonder makes us fall to our knees.

Through the persons who explicitly accept his Word, the Lord reveals the world to itself.

People want to be part of something larger than themselves. They want to be part of something they're really proud of, that they'll fight for, sacrifice for, that they trust.

At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered.

Success is doing what you said you would do, consistantly, with clarity, focus, ease and grace.

Where there is peace, there cannot be chaos; the two cannot coexist at the same time.

I know a number of autistic adults that are doing extremely well on Prozac.