Date: 2008

"Mr. Ashok's face reappears now in my mind's eye as it used to every day when I was in his service--reflected in my rearview mirror."

— Adiga, Aravind (b. 1974)

Date: 2009

"Like some inoperable cancerous thing inside his brain, a new mental organ had awakened, insistently and without mercy pushing him forward, punishing him with guilt, compelling him to feel things and want things that can't be argued for or against on the basis of logical reasoning, analy...

— Konstantinou, Lee

Date: 2009

"Whatever else has happened to him, the moral thing that erupted in his mind hasn't gone into remission. If anything, it has only metastasized, secretly colonizing, under the cover of this last month's madness, more and more of his sense of self."

— Konstantinou, Lee

Date: April 2, 2009

"Memory is a muscle, not a quart jar."

— Holt, Jim

Date: 2009, trans. 2012

"I switched off the computer, slid it into my bag, rinsed the cup and placed it in the sink, pulled out the loose electrical cable, turned off the light, and donned hat and coat in the moonlight filtering through the cracks in the blinds, all the time picturing her in my mind's eye in the large f...

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)

Date: 2009, trans. 2012

"I saw him in my mind's eye, when we went skiing together once, in Hove, gliding in and out of the trees, and in every clearing we could see the sea, gray and heavy and vast, and smell it too, the aroma of salt and seaweed that seemed to lie pressed up against the aroma of snow and spruce, Dad te...

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)

Date: 2009, trans. 2012

"Soon the countryside began to merge into shapes I vaguely recognized, it became more and more familiar until what I saw through the window coalesced with the images I had in my mind's eye."

— Knausgaard, Karl Ove (b. 1968)

Date: 2010

"In her mind's eye she saw it, saw it all at last."

— Cronin, Justin

Date: 2010

"One bore the Professorial stigmata, if only brainular, for years."

— Castle, Terry (b. 1953)

Date: 2010

"I still have my old paperback copy of Spenser's poem and just looking at it--the pages and pages of bewildering verse in tiny print, the demented little crib notes I've scribbled in the margins--can induce in me a sort of mental seasickness."

— Castle, Terry (b. 1953)