Date: May 7, 2014

"For a long time I locked the memories away in a room in my mind. I would sometimes touch the door, to make sure it was secure. It was always cold and whenever I opened it to toss in another memory, a biting wind would come roaring out. A wind that stank of diesel fuel, spent gunpowder, sand and ...

— Armeni, Damon T.

Date: May 7, 2014

"Soon I hope to be able to venture down into those dark corners of my mind on purpose."

— Armeni, Damon T.

Date: August, 22, 2015

"Some philosophers claim that we know nothing of the external world outside our minds--nothing compared to what sways in our minds, in the long, twisting corridors of memory, the vast mental rooms with half-open doors, the ghosts chattering beneath the chandeliers of imagination."

— Lightman, Alan (b. 1948)

Date: July 16, 2016

"Special short-term memories become permanent memories, which in turn are the foundation stones of Riley's personality, represented by towering islands."

— Gabriel, Trip (b. 1955)

Date: August 9, 2016

"I just think it is a window into the soul of a person who is just not temperamentally suited to the task."

— Kaine, Tim (b. February 26, 1958)

Date: September 18, 2016

"In the red glare of the digital clock, my brain rattled its cage."

— Kennedy, Pagan (b. 1963)

Date: September 18, 2016

"In the bunk bed of your mind, he's the compassionate brother lying a few feet above you, a voice in the darkness promising he'll talk until you drift off."

— Kennedy, Pagan (b. 1963)

Date: January 12, 2017

"It opened a door in my mind, and behind that door I found the room where I wanted to spend the rest of my life."

— Auster, Paul (b. February 3, 1947)

Date: February 18, 2017

"'He lives inside his head, where he runs the same continuous loop of conflict with people he turns into enemies for the purposes of his psychodrama,' says Trump biographer Michael D'Antonio."

— Dowd, Maureen (b. January 14, 1952)

Date: February 18, 2017

"So we're stuck in Trump's head with him. ... It's a very cluttered place to be, a fine-tuned machine spewing a torrent of chaos, cruelty, confusion, farce and transfixing craziness."

— Dowd, Maureen (b. January 14, 1952)