“The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“She pronounced each word carefully, as though she was tasting fruit. The words of her poems were a most private and fragrant… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I meet kids now who become novelists, poets, write for the theater and movies, who were simply inspired by what they saw… — 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… — 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
“When the poet closed her eyes the wingspan of the great horned owl cast a tawny shadow over the green immense forests.… — 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 will take you down my own avenue of remembrance, which winds among the hazards and shadows of my single year as… — 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
