I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with… — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
My taking a seat on the Council of the Fathers caused a desperate fluttering among my ghosts. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
As a child I was middle-aged and cautious compared to my impulsive father. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
My father liked to moralize, and so do I. But he was in earnest, while I am embarrassed and pretend that I… — 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
