Pat Conroy Quotes
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Pat Conroy Famous Quotes & Sayings
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I'm sorry your bad dream died," I said as I left her and walked toward the gate. "And I'm sorry I ever met you, Annie Kate.
The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
The party was very painful to me, as parties usually were, and I felt the familiar loneliness of crowds.
Art is one of the few places where talent and madness can actually go to squirrel away inside each other.
She wore defeat like a piece of cheap jewelry. "Worshiping them. Anointing them with oil, Mrs. Gervais," I said.
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
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 it right.
A family is too frail a vessel to contain the risks of all the warring impulses expressed when such a group meets on common ground.
I wrote a piece for the school literary magazine that now makes me think: 'My God in Heaven, this is just the worst drivel.'
Those wishing to be successful in the market can't ignore the boomer numbers, the wealth and spending power they have.
Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
According to Margaret Mitchell, the Civil War destroyed a civilization of unsurpassable amenity, chivalry, and grace.
It eases my soul that I share a house with [Cassandra King] a novelist of such rare and distinctive gifts.
Because we're human. Like everyone else. And the older we get, the more human we get. The more human we get, the more painful everything becomes.
My irritation with Niles was growing, though. I had always thought the quiet man was the most overrated form of human life.
life was good, but it was hard; we would prepare to meet it head on, but we would enjoy the preparation.
Writing is more about imagination than anything else. I fell in love with words. I fell in love with storytelling.
Moonrise is a fabulous novel and my damn wife wrote it and that's me up there near Highlands shouting it out to the hills.
Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
We old athletes carry the disfigurements and markings of contests remembered only by us and no one else. Nothing is more lost than a forgotten game.
The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean.
Humor has always been the redemptive angel in the Conroys's sad history. With this family, I shall never grow hungry from lack of material.
My mother thought of my father as half barbarian and half blunt instrument, and she isolated him from his children.
Losing tears along the seam of your own image of yourself. It is a mark of shame that causes internal injury, but no visible damage.
I'm not mentally ill," she insisted, fidgeting in her chair. "I'm just very neurotic and I'm always falling in love with assholes.
I loved my parents ... but that can never change the fact that my father's violence ruined my childhood.
I reveled in class discussion and the Socratic method of drawing substance out of calcified minds untrained to think.
You get a little moody sometimes but I think that's because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up.
The narrator welcomes new students to his school by offering to tell them who the easy teachers are, or who the good ones are.
Take the local, take the express, don't get off till you reach success
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Sidney Rosen (Prince Of Tides)
There was always a grandeur and a nobility in my megalomania. And also something cheap and loathsome that I could not help.
She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.
I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.
The scampi tasted sweet like a lobster fed only on honey and it cut into the deep undertone of flavor deposited on the taste buds by the truffles.
The water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.
I'm fascinated by the people I grew up with and the mistakes I made - and God, I have screwed up. I like writing about where it all went off course.
Basketball allowed me to revere my father without him knowing what I was up to. I took up basketball as a form of homage and mimicry.
Once he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance.
My mother's voice and my father's fists are two bookends of my childhood, and they form the basis of my art.
The children of warriors in our country learn the grace and caution that come from a permanent sense of estrangement.
I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.