If not for sports, I do not think my father would have ever talked to me. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Looking around, I thought the human species was in fine shape and tried to think of something more beautiful than women and… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. It involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
In family matters you can get over anything. That's one thing you'll learn as an adult. There's a lot you have to… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high… — 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
Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go,… — 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 do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Of the Yamacraw children, I can say little. I don't think I changed the quality of their lives significantly or altered the… — 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
