Date: February 28, 2014

"A memory palace assembled ad hoc from brownstone apartments, underground caves and submarine compartments, or a diligently designed, continuously flowing and elegant old Alpine resort?"

— Itzkoff, Dave (b. 1976)

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: June 3, 2014

"It was the first time the idea had skulked out of the darkest, most anxious corners of my mind."

— Brooks, Kim

Date: 2014

"DeYoung rummaged through his mental attic to figure out why."

— Blake, John

Date: April 18, 2015

"My lab coat, weighing on my conscience as it hung in my closet, appeared in my mind as the clothing worn by an alien scientist from an advanced civilization who comes to apologize for abducting and using us as experimental animals."

— Gazda, Paul

Date: April 17, 2015

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

— Barrett, Lisa Feldman (b. 1963)

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: 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: December 30, 2015

"I had looked into a room, unlike any other, and when I lifted my gaze, that room was inside Hasanaj’s brain, who lay staring straight ahead under the drape in the larger room, filled with doctors and nurses and machines and equipment, and beyond that room there was an even larger room, warm and ...

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)