I'm creating an imaginary — it's always imaginary — world in which I would like to live.

Time is what death needs to grow people in.

So many people in the Western World are just automatically made ill by any sort of frank writing about sexual matters.

Tell Allen I plead guilty to vampirism and other crimes against life. But I love him and nothing else cancels love.

To be an outlaw you must first have a base in law to reject and get out of, I never had such a base. I never had a place I could call home that meant any more than a key to a house, apartment or hotel room. ... Am I alien? Alien from what exactly? Perhaps my home is my dream city, more real than my waking life precisely because it has no relation to waking life.

Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered, and I fear I never will.

Dennis Cooper, God help him, is a born writer.