Date: March 19, 2012

"I mean seriously, HOLY FUCK. My mind exploded when I looked at this."

— Margary, Drew

Date: March 19, 2012

"Even when I got the question right, the mental strain it took to try and dig through the piles of shit-encrusted mildew in my brain to retrieve the information needed to solve any given equation was brutal."

— Margary, Drew

Date: October 28, 2012

"Each grasped, in the unflinching gaze of the other, a silent acknowledgment of the nobility of man, especially as manifested in work, the work that purified the soul the way steel is purified in the smelter. That sort of thing."

— Saunders, George (b. 1958)

Date: August 21, 2012

"Though her book is entitled 'In Praise of Messy Lives' (The Dial Press, 288 pp., $25), Ms. Roiphe’s mind is neat as a pin, untroubled by the unexpected inference, the awareness of mitigating factors in television or film or literature that might unmake her arguments."

— D'Addario, Daniel

Date: April 15, 2013

"Big data is like the offensive coordinator up in the booth at a football game who, with altitude, can see patterns others miss. But the head coach and players still need to be on the field of subjectivity."

— Brooks, David (b. 1961)

Date: April 23, 2013

"Maybe I’ve been in school too long; doctoral study has a way of turning your head into a never-ending seminar, and I’m now capable of having complicated, inconclusive thoughts about nearly any subject."

— Rothman, Joshua

Date: July 11, 2014

"Did he feel his mind and morals were mildewed by the miasma of Nero's, and Rome's, mania?"

— Hughes, Bettany (b. 1967)

Date: July 5, 2014

"And so, while in the past, we turned to Freud's mystic writing pad to think of memory as a palimpsest, burying material under layers of inscription, now we see a memory as a live wire sitting in the psyche waiting for a spark."

— Halberstam, Jack [Judith] (b. 1961)

Date: July 17, 2014

"But her mind, as she puts it, had become like 'an untethered jackhammer.'"

— Corbett, Sarah

Date: July 17, 2014

"After one of her two dogs, a pug named Blossom, took a tumble off her back porch and died -- something for which Bamford blames herself, having removed a ramp connecting the porch to the yard -- her mood went permanently black. "I could not find any comfort at all -- just nothing, and for months...

— Corbett, Sarah