New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
As I criss-cross the city hurrying, I feel always the unchanging cold beneath the pavement. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Reclusive? The inner city will secure your privacy better than any desert cave. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
A suburb is an attempt to get out of reach of the city without having the city be out of reach. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Nostalgia keeps dissolving the ironic narratives in which I have contained my past. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
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 Image
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
