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
I wrote to explain my own life to myself, stories are the vessels I use to interpret the world to myself. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Losing prepares you for the heartbreak, setback, and the tragedy that you will encounter in the world more than winning ever can.… — 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
Laughter is the only strategy that has ever worked at all for me when my world is falling apart. — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I mark the reading of 'Look Homeward, Angel' as one of the pivotal events of my life. It starts off with the… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
I was the only person in the world who thought it was a military duty to appear to be in a good… — Pat Conroy Copy Share Image
Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received 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
