All Pat Conroy Quotes
- It is an art form to hate New York City properly. So far I have always been a featherweight debunker of New York; it takes… Art
- Those wishing to be successful in the market can't ignore the boomer numbers, the wealth and spending power they have. Boomer
- I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does… Along
- From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make the journey with… Any
- We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us. Bodies
- American men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them, we die long before women do,… Alcohol
- Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air. Air
- It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all… Across
- Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains. Brighter
- I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing. Bear
- Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide. Ache
- Looking around, I thought the human species was in fine shape and tried to think of something more beautiful than women and couldn't come up… Beautiful
- I wanted to become the seeker, the aroused and passionate explorer, and it was better to go at it knowing nothing at all, always choosing… All
- Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams. Afterimage
- But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters. Army
- No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and… Admit
- Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise. Genitalia
- There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more… Beauty
- Because she deserved my tears if anyone on earth ever did. I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered, and untouched in their inland sea.… Anyone
- I don’t know why it is that I have always been happier thinking of somewhere I have been or wanted to go, than where I… Been