Boredom, not the will, is the mother of change. Necessity is the father. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
My mother's mild-eyed sadness looks at me from the eyes of those I love. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise. — 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
