And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.
PAT CONROYUrge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.
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In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
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Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
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When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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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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It 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.
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Humanity is best described as inhumanity.
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I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
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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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Put me into a crusader’s armor, a cardinal’s vestments. Let me feel the pygmy’s heartbeat, the queen’s breast, the torturer’s pleasure, the Nile’s taste, or the nomad’s thirst.
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Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Few things linger longer or become more indwelling than that feeling of both completion and emptiness when a great book ends. That the book accompanies the reader forever from that day forward is part of literature’s profligate generosity.
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