Children pay little attention to their parents' teachings, but reproduce their characters faithfully — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Children consider disliking their parents natural, but if the dislike is returned, they are outraged. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
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
As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
When you feel protective toward your parents, you have become an adult. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
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
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
Hatred of the mother is familiar, but the mother's hatred still comes as a surprise. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had. — 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