“We began our life together at a moment of natural self-pity and defeat that left an inimitable impression on both of us.… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Read the great books, gentlemen,” Mr. Monte said one day. “Just the great ones. Ignore the others. There’s not enough time.” — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“Not a single family finds itself exempt from that one haunted casualty who suffered irreparable damage in the crucible they entered at… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“The moment you are born your death is foretold by your newly minted cells as your mother holds you up, then hands… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“This time Ben swallowed faster as though he were ingesting his own saliva. Speed, he thought, was the secret behind the enigma… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“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
“These are the moments of surprise and consecration that hold me forever in debt and bondage to the memories I bring to… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater. — 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
What's important is that a story changes every time you say it out loud. When you put it on paper, it can… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“There was a time when a new deputy tried to teach Mr. Fruit about the difference between a red and a green… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distracted majesty… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
“It was a time in my life when many things bored me deeply and I hungered for beauty and those realms of… — 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
