Wang Yin

‘Paper phantoms sit beside me / watching a two-hour movie.’

Issue 46

Tim Willocks

‘A million man-years of confinement had burnished the surface of the granite flags to a greasy smoothness ingrained deeply with filth and despair.’

Issue 107

William T. Vollmann

‘The All-American Canal was now dark black with phosphorescent streaks where the border’s eyes stained it with yellow tears.’

Issue 64

Vitali Vitaliev

‘Drinking vodka is just a memory for me now. Vodka was hurting me.’

Issue 116

Declan Walsh

‘American patience snapped, and Washington took matters into its own hands.’

Alan Warner

‘Each man’s right hand was stained black with glossy wet muck.’

Issue 53

Patrick Wright

‘In these civilian circumstances, unhampered by any opposition from aircraft, landmines, artillery or other tanks, the tank seems unstoppable.’

Issue 122

Lauren Wilkinson

Nothing dies because you can’t destroy energy.’

Juan Pablo Villalobos

‘Forget about football: queuing and stamping are Brazil’s national sports.’

David Ulin

‘This felt like the moment New York disappeared for me.’

Issue 40

William T. Vollmann

‘The windbreakers of the passengers standing at the rail fluttered violently.’

Issue 108

Camilo José Vergara

‘Chicago was the first large American city I visited after I came to the United States from my home country, Chile.’

Issue 124

Ellen Bryant Voigt

Joy Williams

‘We went directly out of the theatre and into the streets, my mother weeping on the little usher's arm.’