I'm fascinated by the people I grew up with and the mistakes I made - and God, I have screwed up. I… — 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
My great fear of being attacked or trivialized by my contemporaries made me concentrate on what I was trying to do as… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I prayed hard and only gradually became aware that this fierce praying was a way of finding prologue and entrance into my… — 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
I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing. — 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
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
