Date: February 1, 2016

"Which is to say that a novel is perishable only by virtue of being stored in such a leaky cask: our heads."

— Bissell, Tom (b. 1974)

Date: February 1, 2016

"I read for hours that way, morning after morning, my mind awhirl."

— Bissell, Tom (b. 1974)

Date: February 9, 2016

"There is something deeply disturbing in his [Ted Cruz's] disassociation, a lack of empathy which suggests a barren inner landscape."

— Patterson, Richard North (b. 1947)

Date: April 3, 2016

"In spite of her proper upbringing, Harrison has no qualms about poking around in the back alleys of the mind, places that polite society prefers to avoid."

— Fortini, Amanda

Date: April 3, 2016

"For Harrison, whose interior life is like a rich vein she can tap at will, there seems to be no moment, no feeling, too private, peculiar or uncomfortable to render in words."

— Fortini, Amanda

Date: April 13, 2016

"Deep down in the confines of her soul where she hasn't even bothered to look, much less understand, a woman wants a man who exudes masculinity, who remains a steady rock in her current-filled stream of emotions and hormones."

— Russell, Nicole

Date: April 18, 2016

"We begin to esteem this way of being at its true worth when we realize that the creators of the brain food that we're wolfing down are at least as involved in it, at the level of imagination, as we are."

— James, Clive (b. 1939)

Date: April 18, 2016

"A TV habit on this scale starts to permeate every corner of your mind."

— James, Clive (b. 1939)

Date: April 18, 2016

"The new mythology gets into the old mythology, as if classic literature had faded into the mind's background and images encountered on the screen had become one's first frame of cultural reference."

— James, Clive (b. 1939)

Date: April 26, 2016

"It is by this dimension of imaginative relativity that Hogwarts, Middle Earth, Earthsea, Dickens's London, Hemingway's Paris, Didion's anxious California and the mind of Helen Oyeyemi, reclining like a sphinx between her pages in quiet and glittering sleep, all fit inside my tiny apartment, and ...

— Brennan, Summer