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.
PAT CONROYExcept for memory, time would have no meaning at all.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.
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Like everything else, love’s not worth much without some action to back it up.
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I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.
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Charleston has a landscape that encourages intimacy and partisanship.
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There’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.
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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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Once I had told her that I would rather see a museum bombed than a book underlined, but she dismissed my argument as mere sentimentality. She marked her books so that stunning images and ideas would not be lost to her.
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My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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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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In Charleston, more than elsewhere, you get the feeling that the twentieth century is a vast, unconscionable mistake.
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Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.
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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
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Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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Humanity is best described as inhumanity.
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