A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.
PAT CONROY
The pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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A library could show you everything if you knew where to look.
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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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Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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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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Good writing … 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 English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
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Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it’s afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
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Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
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Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
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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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The Storied South , is a love song to the South Bill helped illuminate. It’s a crowning achievement of his own storied career.
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Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
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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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