“My mother saw in 'Gone With the Wind' the text of liberating herself, ... She took 'Gone With the Wind' as the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
To Southerners like my mother, 'Gone With the Wind' was not just a book; it was an answer, a clenched fist raised… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“my folks wouldn't read a book if you put a gun to their dicks. but they read people all day long and… — 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
Even today, I hunt for the fabulous books that will change me utterly. I find myself happiest in the middle of a… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
William Ferris has long reigned as the unimpeachable source of the entire southern experience. His work on southern folklore and the composition… — 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
Her library would have been valuable to a bibliophile except she treated her books execrably. I would rarely open a volume that… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I can't pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence. You touch them as they quiver with divine pleasure.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Here's what I want from a book, what I demand, what I pray for when I take up a novel and begin… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
