Alone, I am satisfied with myself. With others, I am beset by troubling comparisons. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
An illicit love affair seems sweetly old-fashioned in the age of one night stands and orgies. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The etiquette of romantic love is as elaborate as that surrounding the Emperor of China. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Unconditional love is a lofty ideal, but unconditional hate is a fact well documented by history. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
When a paradox is widely believed, it is no longer recognized as a paradox. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
People often are unsure whether or not they are in love, but they generally know whether or not they are having sex. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Young poets bewail the passing of love; old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference. — 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 the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners. — 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