Spirituality now wanders from sex to drugs to art to revolution to violence--whatever seems to promise deliverance from the quotidian. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The Ordinary Life: the misery seems planned, the happiness accidental. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Smiling half-reluctance seems to promise more than the frankest gesture of desire. — 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
A successful restaurant makes everything in it, including the patrons, seem a little better than they are. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The plastic surgeon's knife slashes at time, which may seem to retreat, but then keeps on coming. — 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
