Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
PAT CONROYMan wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
PAT CONROYHere is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don’t leave out a single word.
PAT CONROYThere is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal.
PAT CONROYThe pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.
PAT CONROYHonor is the presence of God in man.
PAT CONROYMy soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
PAT CONROYWhen men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
PAT CONROYI’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
PAT CONROYGood writing is the hardest form of thinking.
PAT CONROYI could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
PAT CONROYCameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they have nothing to say to strangers.
PAT CONROYI’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
PAT CONROYLove’s action. It isn’t talk and it never has been.
PAT CONROYBaseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
PAT CONROYI can’t pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.
PAT CONROYTell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
PAT CONROY