I’ve always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
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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We, men, die because our faces were not watered enough.
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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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My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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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.
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A story is a living thing, it moves and shifts.
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I’d be a conservative if I’d never met any. They’re selfish, mean-spirited, egocentric, reactionary, and boring.
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I’ve always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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Man wonders but God decides When to kill the Prince of Tides.
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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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Like everything else, love’s not worth much without some action to back it up.
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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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From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make the journey with me to join me on the high wire.
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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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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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