There are no ideas in the South, just barbecue.
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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Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
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Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.
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I was born into the century in which novels lost their stories, poems their rhymes, paintings their form, and music its beauty, but that does not mean I had to like that trend or go along with it. I fight against these movements with every book I write.
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Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?
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No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.
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The most powerful words in English are, ‘Tell me a story.’
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Laughter is the only strategy that has ever worked at all for me when my world is falling apart.
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I loved my parents… but that can never change the fact that my father’s violence ruined my childhood.
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Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends.
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It did not look like the work of God, but it might have represented the handicraft of a God with a joyous sense of humor, a dancing God who loved mischief as much as prayer, and playfulness as much as mischief.
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One of the greatest gifts you can get as a writer is to be born into an unhappy family.
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My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.
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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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Honor is the presence of God in man.
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