By the time I have clarified a thought, I no longer want to think it. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
No matter how close thought sticks to the actual, it follows its own rules. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
I feel that I have something significant to say, but I cannot think what it is. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought? — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Travelling carries me to the surface, away from the deeps of home-thoughts. — 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
