The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The facts, even the real ones, must be imagined before they can be stated. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude 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
