When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
When I prayed for success, I forgot to ask for sound sleep and good digestion. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
The little suckings and smackings of the perversions are the sounds of joyous infancy. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
Self-realization sounds good. But what if only an enraged dwarf emerges? — 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
