Quotes About Pat conroy

My great fear of being attacked or trivialized by my contemporaries made me concentrate on what I was trying to do as a writer. It forced me to draw some conclusions that were my own.

To Southerners like my mother, 'Gone With the Wind' was not just a book; it was an answer, a clenched fist raised to the North, an anthem of defiance.

I talk all the time about how much I read growing up and how much I love Stephen King and how he impacted my work from a genre perspective, but Pat Conroy wrote some of the most magnificent stories about characters who had to deal with dysfunctional families and try to find a place of honor in their own world and the pain of loss.

Lately she'd been listening to books on tapes, fat womanly novels as she thought of them. Maeve Binchy, Gail Godwin, Marian Keyes. Pat Conroy—

I mark the reading of 'Look Homeward, Angel' as one of the pivotal events of my life. It starts off with the single greatest, knock-your-socks-off first page I have ever come across in my careful reading of world literature.

My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.

I selected all my books for the possibility of some flare of candles along the road toward illumination or enchantment

I'm an American male, Lowenstein," I said, smiling. "It's not my job to be open." "What exactly is the American male's job?" she asked. "To be maddening. To be unreadable, controlling, bull-headed, and insensitive," I said.

i was delighted I had offended her upholstered sensibilities.

I have always been attracted to male writers who can demonstrate their love and affection for women with ease, yet not draw attention to themselves.

I don't know when reading books became the most essential thing about me, but it happened over the years and I found myself the most willing servant of what I considered a rich habit.

No city could be more beautiful than Charleston during the brief reign of azaleas, no city on earth.

Moonrise is a fabulous novel and my damn wife wrote it and that's me up there near Highlands shouting it out to the hills.

Hell, Lowenstein! She made a schizophrenic! My mother should have raised cobras, not children!

It eases my soul that I share a house with [Cassandra King] a novelist of such rare and distinctive gifts.

taught autistic children in Georgetown County and when asked about why he chose such a profession he would say, "After growing up in this family, I found autism refreshing.

All his movements were lethargic, as though he had a layer of silk insulating his central nervous system.

terrace above the Red Lion Bookshop observing

found myself closing my eyes and walking the airy streets of Waterford made weightless by the buoyancy of my nostalgia.

Of the Yamacraw children I can say little. I don't think I changed the quality of their lives significantly or altered the inexorable fact that they were imprisoned by the very circumstance of their birth.

When she awoke to her memorial headache, she would find my grandfather on his knees, praying for her sweet, boozy soul.

She wore defeat like a piece of cheap jewelry. "Worshiping them. Anointing them with oil, Mrs. Gervais," I said.

Stone's powers of description were excellent.