The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.
PAT CONROYGood writing is the hardest form of thinking.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me.
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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.
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A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.
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The most powerful words in English are ‘Tell me a story,’ words that are intimately related to the complexity of history, the origins of language, the continuity of the species, the taproot of our humanity, our singularity, and art itself.
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She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
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Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
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Without music, life is a journey through a desert.
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Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.
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My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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Silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.
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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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When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
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Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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It’s impossible to explain to a Yankee what `tacky’ is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.
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