When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned. — 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
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
