A Quote by Andrei Codrescu

Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share. — © Andrei Codrescu
Nostalgia is masochism and masochism is something masochists love to share.
Writing poetry is like always being in love. What masochism! What luxury!
Love, love, love - all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures.
Masochism is a valuable job skill.
If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?
Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.
I dont know that I want to act 15 years from now. I mean, I love the process of acting, but not the masochism. No matter how successful you get in Hollywood, you cannot rest. Your new movie doesn't open well; they're looking for the next person to replace you; it's always something. You never have true peace.
You can raise welts like nobody else, as we dance to the Masochism Tango.
I have always had the urge to open forbidden doors: with a curiosity and an obstinacy that verge on masochism.
In good old Colonial Dunsboro, masochism is a valuable job skill. It is in most jobs.
Love, love, love – all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.
There is probably an innate masochism in a lot of women that ends up disappointed if men don't ill-treat them.
It is interesting to note that in every phase of life feminine masochism finds some form of expression.
When blended with sexuality, the death instinct is transformed into more harmless impulses expressed in sadism or masochism.
I enjoy doing very high mileages, partly out of masochism and also because I like to feel the shape of the landscape.
It amazes me to witness the masochism with which some journalists characterize their industry as a dying species. The future belongs to citizen journalism and blogs.
Jogging, I believe they call it. It seems to be an epidemic psychological illness afflicting Americans these days. A form of masochism, like the flagellantes in the Middle Ages.
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