Date: January 17, 2017

"The new mind, which the body floods with adrenaline, begins -- like a rabbit in a forest of foxes -- to decode all the signals, even if it's not capable of fitting them into any narrative."

— Hemon, Aleksandr (b. 1964)

Date: January/February, 2017

"Scarier still for those who have never supported Trump is that he just might colonize their brains, too."

— Konnikova, Maria (b. 1984)

Date: January 12, 2017

"It opened a door in my mind, and behind that door I found the room where I wanted to spend the rest of my life."

— Auster, Paul (b. February 3, 1947)

Date: January, 2017

"They bleed -- if not from vaginas then from their sensitive souls."

— Kipnis, Laura (b. July 19, 1956)

Date: February 7, 2017

"This question just made my brain pixelate, and now the inside of my head's a roaring celebration."

— Smith, Ali (b. August 24, 1962)

Date: February 18, 2017

"'He lives inside his head, where he runs the same continuous loop of conflict with people he turns into enemies for the purposes of his psychodrama,' says Trump biographer Michael D'Antonio."

— Dowd, Maureen (b. January 14, 1952)

Date: February 18, 2017

"So we're stuck in Trump's head with him. ... It's a very cluttered place to be, a fine-tuned machine spewing a torrent of chaos, cruelty, confusion, farce and transfixing craziness."

— Dowd, Maureen (b. January 14, 1952)

Date: February 18, 2017

"Then think of the president's skull, which is stuffed with other humours: insecurity, insincerity, victimhood, paranoia, mockery, self-delusion, suspicion, calculation, illogic, vindictiveness, risk, bullying, alimentiveness, approbativeness, vitativeness. Gall, divided into three parts."

— Dowd, Maureen (b. January 14, 1952)

Date: March 18, 2017

"The Hirshhorn has a sold-out exhibit of Yayoi Kusama's stunning infinity mirror rooms. But they are nothing compared to the infinity mirror room of Trump's mind, now on display a mile and a half away at the White House."

— Dowd, Maureen (b. January 14, 1952)

Date: March 18, 2017

"So many secrets, so many plots, so many shards of gossip swirl in his head, there seems to be no room for reality."

— Dowd, Maureen (b. January 14, 1952)