Through sports a coach can offer a boy a secret way to sneak up on the mystery that is manhood. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I prayed hard and only gradually became aware that this fierce praying was a way of finding prologue and entrance into my… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
You do not learn how to write novels in a writing program. You learn how by leading an interesting life. Open yourself… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
It is an art form to hate New York City properly. So far I have always been a featherweight debunker of New… — 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 never read my reviews... not even the good ones. Barbra Streisand once told me, if just one person in the audience… — 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
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
