Carlyle: a passionate outpouring of words recommending silence and self-control. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Pleasing illusion: if my childhood had been the Paradise it should have been, all would now be well. — 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
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
