Even in the midst of love-making, writers are working on the description. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
My mind no longer has romantic abysses, but has become shallow, with many little gaps and cracks. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Friendship is love minus sex and plus reason. Love is friendship plus sex minus reason — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Every life has a love story, even though the beloved may be imaginary, or a cat. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
When love ends, we cry out against destiny. When friendship ends, we cry out against our friend. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Astrology: do we make a hullabaloo among the stars, or do they make a hullabaloo down here? — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The madness of love can always be suspended--to cook dinner or catch a plane, for instance. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Pedagogical romances leave the mentor disgruntled, the pupil confused. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
A frog in love would not be enchanted to learn that her beloved had turned into Prince Charming. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
I was used to yearning for you. After you returned my love, I felt unsettled and vaguely aggrieved. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Lack of reciprocity ruins friendships, but makes love affairs exciting for a time. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past. — Mason Cooley Copy Share
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits. — Mason Cooley Copy Share
Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc. — Mason Cooley Copy Share
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived. — Mason Cooley Copy Share
