Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Lovers never want to say "I love you" at the same moment. Hence all the love stories. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
When a paradox is widely believed, it is no longer recognized as a paradox. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
When love ends, the beloved is no longer standing on a pedestal, but in a hole. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The language of pornography is abusive, that of romance adoring. Both are addressed to a fetish. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
In love, we worry more about the meaning of silences than the meaning of words. — 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