Date: 2000

"I rolled my forehead against hers, trying to break through the fortress of our lonely skulls and meld our yearning minds."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

Date: 2000

"Oh, for God's sake, let's stop being so cerebral; let's daub our bodies in mud and stomp around on the ground, inviting Gaia to join in our revels; let's knock back a pint of ayahuasca with some authentic tribal persons, hurtle down the tunnel of psychedelic consciousness to the dawn of time, an...

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

Date: 2000

"Oh, for God's sake, let's stop being so cerebral; let's daub our bodies in mud and stomp around on the ground, inviting Gaia to join in our revels; let's knock back a pint of ayahuasca with some authentic tribal persons, hurtle down the tunnel of psychedelic consciousness to the dawn of tim...

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

Date: 2001

"[T]his is how it is described in the book Le Jardin des Plantes, in which Claude Simon descends once more into the storehouse of memories, and on page 235 begins to tell the fragmentary tale of a certain Gastone Novelli who, like Améry, was subjected to this particular form of torture."

— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)

Date: 2001

"Memories like this came back to me in the disused Ladies' Waiting Room of Liverpool Street Station, memories behind and within which many things much further back in the past seemed to lie, all interlocking like the labyrinthine vaults I saw in the dusty gray light, and which seemed to go on and...

— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)

Date: 2001

"I walked around this place, said Austerlitz, his left hand pointing to the tall brick façade of the hospital building towering behind the wall, in the curiously remote state of mind induced by the drugs I was being given; both desolate and weirdly contented I wandered, all through that winter, u...

— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)

Date: 2006

"Ten thousand dreams ensepulchred within their crozzled hearts."

— McCarthy, Cormac (b. 1933)

Date: 2006

"The brain is a mind-boggling redesign. But it can't escape its past. [...] She pictured those mangled Kearney mansions, glorious old wooden Victorians enlarged with brick in the 1930s and again in the 1970s with pressboard and aluminum."

— Powers, Richard (b. 1957)

Date: 2006

"Weber had told the story years ago, concluding with a few thoughts about the locked room of personal experience."

— Powers, Richard (b. 1957)

Date: 2008

"Open our skulls, look in with a penlight, and you'll find an odd museum of ideas."

— Adiga, Aravind (b. 1974)