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
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
From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make… — 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
“That's what a good book does-it puts readers on their knees. It makes you want to believe in a world you just… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
...when the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out… — 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
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
I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“The writing of novels is one of the few ways I have found to approach the altar of God and Creation itself.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I mark the reading of 'Look Homeward, Angel' as one of the pivotal events of my life. It starts off with the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“A novelist must wrestle with all mysteries and strangeness of life itself, and anyone who dies not wish to accept that grand,… — 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
I'm not the lovable, wonderful, tenderhearted grandfather that you read about in books. I'm grouchy and curmudgeonly, and I have a lot… — 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
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
“An author must gorge himself on ten thousand images to select the magical one that can define a piece of the world… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
When I was 5 years old, my mother read me 'Gone With The Wind' at night, before I went to bed. I… — 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
