Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
PAT CONROYMan wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
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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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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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I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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South Carolina is not a state; it is a cult.
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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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Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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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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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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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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I can’t pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.
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Good coaching is good teaching and nothing else.
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Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
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I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
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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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