I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
There's no word in the language I revere more than 'teacher.' My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity. And… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide. — 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
