But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“There were far worse strategies in life than to try to make each aspect of one's existence a minor work of art.” — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Because our nation is stupid and Hollywood is coarse, there is no one to tell us of the deep and extraordinary beauty… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“It was a time in my life when many things bored me deeply and I hungered for beauty and those realms of… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty,… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty,… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
The most powerful words in English are 'Tell me a story,' words that are intimately related to the complexity of history, the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Lillian Meecham was a stunningly beautiful woman of thirty-seven. Time had encircled her softly, enriched and deepened her beauty as the years… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
It's an article of faith that the novels I've loved will live inside me forever. — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“my folks wouldn't read a book if you put a gun to their dicks. but they read people all day long and always get… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth. — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“My memory often seems like a city of exiled poets afire with the astonishment of language, each believing in the integrity of his own… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“We began our life together at a moment of natural self-pity and defeat that left an inimitable impression on both of us. The rejection… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“I always liked your piety, Jack.” “I’m a lot cuter than the women of your generation,” Betsy said, playing up to Capers and Mike.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“From the beginning I've searched out those writers unafraid to stir up the emotions, who entrust me with their darkest passions, their most indestructible… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“My mother's voice and my father's fists are two bookends of my childhood, and they form the basis of my art.” — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“Over the years, my church gave me passage into a menagerie of exotic words unknown in the South: "introit," "offertory," "liturgy," "movable feast," "the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“I have built a city from the books I've read. A good book sings a a timeless music that is heard in the choir… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“Time moves funny and it's hard to pin down. Occasionally, time offers you a hundred opportunities to do the right thing. Sometimes, it gives… — Pat Conroy Copy Share
“I take it as an article of faith that the novels I've loved will live inside me forever.” — Pat Conroy Copy Share
