Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“I became one of those anonymous Americans who tries to keep his mind sharp and inquisitive while performing all the humiliating rituals… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Her secret, we would discover, was that once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“In sport the mind serves as the acolyte and apprentice of the body. Nothing interferes with the flow of the game more… — 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
