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Date: 1992

"Other people's words drifted through his mind. Tumbleweed riding through a desert. Had he already thought that?"

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

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Date: 1999

"The cactus where your heart should be / Has lovely little flowers / So though it's always pricking me / My ardor never sours."

— Stephin Merritt (b. February 9, 1965)

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Date: 2000

"As he allowed the old order to be dismembered, a new erotic order arose in which there was an unceasing intercourse between sensation and conception, the mental blossoming of every sensation and the embodiment of every idea."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

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Date: 2000

"As I breathed in I could feel my consciousness expanding along a glistening spider's web of total connectedness and as I exhaled it accordioned back into the tropical richness of my body, the streams and rivers of my blood."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)

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Date: 2001

"I also recollect now that as I went on down the tunnel which could be said to form the backbone of the fort, I had to resist the feeling taking root in my heart, one which to this day often comes over me in macabre places, a sense that with ever forward step the air was growing thinner and the w...

— Sebald, W. G. (1944-2001)

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Date: 2001

"The mind is like those floating islands of vegetation whose roots grasp not the earth but each other."

— Richardson, James (b. 1950)

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Date: January 25, 2005

"And each morning she wakes / With a dream to describe / Something lovely that bloomed / In her beautiful mind."

— Oberst, Conor Mullen (b. 1980)

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Date: December 14, 2009

"That'll keep them brain-chained to their trees."

— Wright, Franz (b.1953)

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Date: 2010

"Yet somehow, while he'd slept, the name had taken up residence in his head, as if he'd gone to sleep listening to a song played over and over, the lyrics digging a rut into his brain like a plow, and now part of his mind was still in that rut and couldn't get out."

— Cronin, Justin

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Date: April 24, 2011

"Imagination is branched, flowering, / and each fans the buds himself."

— Lee, Li-Young (b .1957)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.