Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.
PAT CONROYThen another porpoise broke the water and rolled toward us. A third and fourth porpoise neared. The visitation was something so rare and perfect that we knew by instinct not to speak-and then as quickly as they had come, the porpoises moved away from us…
More Pat Conroy Quotes
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Carolina beach music,” Dupree said, coming up on the porch. “The holiest sound on earth.
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Faulkner didn’t know he was William Faulkner. But they had to take the first step. They had to call themselves writers. That is the first revolutionary act a writer has to make. It takes courage. But it’s necessary
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If the writing is good, then the result seems effortless and inevitable. But when you want to say something life-changing or ineffable in a single sentence, you face both the limitations of the sentence itself and the extent of your own talent.
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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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One does not know where love will take you.
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The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.
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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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Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
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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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Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.
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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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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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I’ve always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
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I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.
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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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