Date: 2007

"I knew I could no longer rely on the 'sticking plaster' of memory"

— Engel, Howard (b. 1931)

Date: March, 2007

"We don't have a 'scissors in the mind' that can trim away dissonance at will, in an effort to isolate our knowledge in actu from uncomfortable aspects of our knowledge of the world."

— Habermas, Jürgen (b. 1929)

Date: March, 2007

"This fiction [of the self] gets replaced with the image of a consciousness that hangs like a marionette from an inscrutable crisscross of strings."

— Habermas, Jürgen (b. 1929)

Date: 2007

"When panic grips your body and your heart is a hummingbird, / Raven thoughts blacken your mind until you're breathing in reverse, / All your friends and sedatives mean well, but make it worse, / Every reassurance just magnifies the doubt, / Better find yourself a place to level out."

— Oberst, Conor Mullen (b. 1980)

Date: 2009

"He turned and lay down on his front alongside her, head resting on his arms, their elbows touching, and once again she could hear the sound of his thoughts."

— Nicholls, David (b. 1966)

Date: 2009

"Forced to raise her voice, Emma could hear it echoing in her head as she spoke with great passion and force about her new career."

— Nicholls, David (b. 1966)

Date: 2009

"A little bit of success and they want to knock you down well I don't care I like my job and I'm bloody good at it and it's much much harder than people think balls of steel that's what you need to be a TV presenter and a mind like a like a well quick-thinking anyway and besides you mustn't take ...

— Nicholls, David (b. 1966)

Date: 2009

"Emma felt another small portion of her soul fall away."

— Nicholls, David (b. 1966)

Date: 2009

"This kind of erotic reverie occupied great swathes of Dexter's mental energy, and he wondered if perhaps Emma was right, perhaps he was a little too distracted by the sexual side of things."

— Nicholls, David (b. 1966)

Date: 2009

"Blackbirds are singing on Coldharbour Lane and he has the sensation, so vivid that it is almost an hallucination, that he is entirely hollow; empty, like an easter egg."

— Nicholls, David (b. 1966)