I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.
PAT CONROYI stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.
PAT CONROYPolitical correctness has a stranglehold on academia, on feminism, and on the media. It is a form of both madness and maggotry, and has already silenced the voices of writers like James Dicky across the land.
PAT CONROYAmerican men are allotted just as many tears as American women. But because we are forbidden to shed them.
PAT CONROYYou 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.
PAT CONROYEach of us would remember that all during our lives. It was the purest moment of freedom and headlong exhilaration that I had ever felt. A wordless covenant was set, and I would go back in my imagination, and return to where happiness seemed so easy to touch.
PAT CONROYShe was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
PAT CONROYThe pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.
PAT CONROYOne of the greatest gifts you can get as a writer is to be born into an unhappy family.
PAT CONROYMan wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
PAT CONROYI’d be a conservative if I’d never met any. They’re selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.
PAT CONROYBaseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
PAT CONROYThere’s no word in the language I revere more than ‘teacher.’ My heart sings when a kid refers to me as his teacher, and it always has. I’ve honored myself and the entire family of man by becoming a teacher.
PAT CONROYIt did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.
PAT CONROYWithout music, life is a journey through a desert.
PAT CONROYWhen men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
PAT CONROYSouth Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.
PAT CONROY