One of the greatest gifts you can get as a writer is to be born into an unhappy family.
PAT CONROY
Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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One of the greatest gifts you can get as a writer is to be born into an unhappy family.
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Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
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Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Road, and changed me the way good books always do.
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Laughter is the only strategy that has ever worked at all for me when my world is falling apart.
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Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. Hemingway didn’t know he was Ernest Hemingway when he was a young man.
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I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.
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The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
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Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don’t leave out a single word.
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You touch them as they quiver with a divine pleasure. You read them and they fall asleep to happy dreams for the next 10 years. If you do them the favor of understanding them, of taking in their portions of grief and wisdom, then they settle down in contented residence in your heart.
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It’s impossible to explain to a Yankee what `tacky’ is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.
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My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: ‘On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.’” She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn’t easy.
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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 am at the time. I find it difficult to be happy in the present.
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I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
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