“I certainly didn't want to fight with him. I did, however, want to shout, "Listen, you son of a bitch, life isn't all a goddam football game! You won't always get the girl! Life is rejection and pain and loss"… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“Bunny Sue was nineteen. She had honey-bobbed hair and candid, near-insolent green eyes. She had a snub, delightful nose, a cool, regal, and tapering… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“The world of the soap opera is the world of the Emancipated American Woman, a creature whose idleness is employed to no other purpose… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
In football a man was asked to do a difficult and brutal job, and he either did it or got out. — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
I wanted to lie hour after hour on a couch, pouring out the dark, secret places of my heart--do this feeling that over my… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“Now I see in that laughter a good deal of desperation and sadness. About to leave the haven of our separate universities and be… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“There was a period when I lived on book reviews, when I had basked and drawn sustenance from what I deemed the light of… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
Unlike some men, I had never drunk for boldness or charm or wit; I had used alcohol for precisely what it was, a depressant… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“Whether or not I am a writer,” I wrote, “I have—and this is both my curse and my virtue—cultivated the instinct of one, an… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“Mr. Blue's way of death was fitting. He had been utterly corrupted by America, and I find it proper that his carotid artery should… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“Whenever I think of the man I was in those days, cutting across the nat-cropped grass of the campus, burdened down by the weight… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“I certainly didn't want to fight with him. I did, however, want to shout, "Listen, you son of a bitch, life isn't all a… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
“Listening now, it occured to me that I hadn't come very far over the yars -- no farther really than from one "gang bang"… — Frederick Exley Copy Share Image
