“It was my father who called the city the Mansion on the River. He was talking about Charleston, South Carolina, and he… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“I had come to Charleston as a young boy, a lonely visitor slouching through its well-tended streets, a young boy, lean and… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Charleston has a landscape that encourages intimacy and partisanship. I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells… — 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
“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 Image
“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 Image
“I take it as an article of faith that the novels I've loved will live inside me forever.” — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
