Jeffrey Rotter

‘He chopped his way down North La Salle, pared the night air as he strolled along West Eugenie, peeled and julienned until at last he’d reached the dogleg at Sedgwick and Menomonee.’

Issue 92

John Ryle

‘This is worth remembering: if it were not for Africa we would not be here at all.’

Issue 27

Eugene Richards

‘I saw cuts, burns, broken limbs, heart attacks, and then, what's inside the human body.’

Issue 93

Lucretia Stewart

‘It’s almost impossible to describe how it feels to believe in God. There really aren’t words elevated enough to explain it.’

John Siddique

‘He hands me my inheritance: a box of conversations. Fragments of memory, blank spaces, things which there are no words for.’

Anjan Sundaram

Dense forest and formless roads lead Anjan Sundaram to the sites of conflict in the Central African Republic in 2014.

Issue 56

Jeremy Seabrook

‘I was never a revolutionary, not really a Marxist.’

Saïd Sayrafiezadeh

‘He had abandoned me, after all, when I was nine months old, mostly so that he could devote his time, energy and money to the cause of workers’ revolution.’

Issue 129

Will Self

Striking the keys of the same typewriter that once sat under J.G. Ballard’s fingers, Will Self reimagines the legendary writer’s last days.

Neil Steinberg

Issue 93

Wendell Steavenson

‘Thayr held out. He would not betray his country, he would not betray his leader.’

Andre Perry

‘I was stuck in Texas for a month. The days passed like slow-motion films.

Sigrid Rausing

Owen Sheers

‘It’s been said more than once during this US presidential campaign that the rest of the world should be allowed a vote as well.’