The University of South Carolina has always played a role in my life and the intellectual life of South Carolina. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
When I bought a collection of Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, I returned home with a bright enthusiasm to begin the long march into… — 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
“Together they spent their whole lives waiting for their luck to change, as though luck were some fabulous tide that would one… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“I had come to know the singular power of a river advancing toward the open sea and the power of tides regulating… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Here's what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
To describe our growing up in the lowcountry of South Carolina, I would have to take you to the marsh on a… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“It was my father who called the city the Mansion on the River. He was talking about Charleston, South Carolina, and he… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“It was growing dark on this long southern evening, and suddenly, at the exact point her finger had indicated, the moon lifted… — 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
