Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a catastrophe.
PAT CONROYEvil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
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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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I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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The pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.
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Books are living things and their task lies in their vows of silence.
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Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
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Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.
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There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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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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I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
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Writing is the only way I have to explain my own life to myself.
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Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
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Here’s what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entrance in Harlem. Turn me into something else, writers of the world. Make me Muslim, heretic, hermaphrodite.
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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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We die long before women do, with our hearts exploding or our blood pressure rising or our livers eaten away by alcohol because that lake of grief inside us has no outlet.
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