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.
PAT CONROYThe most powerful words in English are, ‘Tell me a story.’
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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Cameras 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.
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Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
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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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And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.
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I wanted to become the seeker, the aroused and passionate explorer, and it was better to go at it knowing nothing at all, always choosing the unmarked bottle, always choosing your own unproven method, armed with nothing but faith and a belief in astonishment.
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The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.
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Good coaching is good teaching and nothing else.
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Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
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Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
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When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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You can be moved profoundly by other vistas, by other oceans, by soaring mountain ranges, but you can never be seduced. You can even forsake the lowcountry, renounce it for other climates, but you can never completely escape the sensuous, semitropical pull of Charleston and her marshes.
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Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells of the Carolina lowcountry is an almost irreversible antidote to the charms of other landscapes, other alien geographies.
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