One can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.
PAT CONROYI had come to a place where I was meant to be. I don’t mean anything so prosaic as a sense of coming home. This was different, very different. It was like arriving at a place much safer than home.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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Love’s action. It isn’t talk and it never has been.
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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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Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. It involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear.
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The pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.
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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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When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity.
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Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.
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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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A family is one of nature’s solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
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There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.
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My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.
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I prayed hard and only gradually became aware that this fierce praying was a way of finding prologue and entrance into my own writing. This came as both astonishment and relief. When I thought God had abandoned me,
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