Date: March 19, 2015

"When students are tackling a task like that, you can feel the whirr and hum of thought: it feels woven of reciprocity, willing, ambition, the impulse to translate fugitive thoughts into communication with others."

— Warner, Marina (b. 1946)

Date: April 17, 2015

"In every moment, your brain consults its vast stores of knowledge and asks, 'The last time I was in a similar situation, what sensations did I encounter and how did I act?'"

— Barrett, Lisa Feldman (b. 1963)

Date: April 17, 2015

"You are, in large measure, the architect of your own experience."

— Barrett, Lisa Feldman (b. 1963)

Date: April 16, 2015

"And I must do so with both ardor and cool appraisal, with the passions of eye and heart, but in that ardent heart there must also be a splinter of ice."

— Mann, Sally (b. 1951)

Date: June 6, 2015

"I eventually wiped away my rotted thought, which suited my face as poorly as bad lighting, and we resumed our session."

— Filipacchi, Amanda (b. October 10, 1967)

Date: March 5, 2015

"We all have crowded bookshelves in our heads crammed with texts for every person we know. They knock about in our skulls, falling off the shelves. We refer to them again and again, wearing the pages thin."

— Grossman-Heinze, Dahlia

Date: September 22, 2015

"This is not to say that "Tender Torrent" wasn't "fun" (it seems to be out of print today, the most enduring form of censorship); but for me, its greatest entertainment value lay in returning it to its owner, aware of the lewd visions that seethed beneath her sunny exterior. And really, that perc...

— Schillinger, Liesl

Date: September 22, 2015

"You can shun obscene books if you like, but you can't scrub erotic fantasies from the mind's hard drive."

— Schillinger, Liesl

Date: December 9, 2015

"But it comes with a troubling idea of what literature is today: a salve for the distracted mind; a groove along which thoughts disordered by the bad habits of centripetal reading might fall back into line."

— Lupton, Christina

Date: 2015

"The memory branded itself on his brain: the gales of laughter, everyone offering him their cookies, the slave woman with her eyes on the floor."

— Zink, Nell (b. 1964)