“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
“...Father made a fetish out of performing tasks the correct way. There was an efficiency and economy of his motions that I… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I loved my parents... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“As his children, we were treated as some species of migrant workers who happened to be passing through. My father was the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Basketball allowed me to revere my father without him knowing what I was up to. I took up basketball as a form… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
My mother thought of my father as half barbarian and half blunt instrument, and she isolated him from his children. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I still get weepy when I see a father being nice to his child. It so affects me. — 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
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
