“He treated the stars as though they were love songs written to him by God.” — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Like everything else, love's not worth much without some action to back it up. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I would love to see young writers come out of college and know there is a possibility to be a novelist. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I could not bear to think that I wrote a five-hundred page novel just because I needed to love my father. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Writing is more about imagination than anything else. I fell in love with words. I fell in love with storytelling. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“The words “I love you” could contain all the bloodthirsty despair of the abattoir, all the hopelessness of the most isolated, frozen… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
When my novel 'Beach Music' came out in 1995, I had included a couple of recipes in the book and had tried… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“When we cuss each other out, call each other the vilest names on earth, and put each other down with thoughtless cruelty,… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Later, long after my grandfather was dead, I would regret that I could never be the kind of man that he was.… — 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
