Pat Conroy
Pat Conroy
Donald Patrick "Pat" Conroywas a New York Times bestselling American author who wrote several acclaimed novels and memoirs. Two of his novels, The Prince of Tides and The Great Santini, were made into Oscar-nominated films. He is recognized as a leading figure of late-20th century Southern literature...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 October 1945
CityAtlanta, GA
CountryUnited States of America
Pat Conroy quotes about
temptation watches chickens
(You) don't leave the chicken to watch the feed.
memories childhood verdict
There are no verdicts to childhood, only consequences, and the bright freight of memory.
kids writing festivals
I meet kids now who become novelists, poets, write for the theater and movies, who were simply inspired by what they saw during the Spoleto Festival.
military doctors sunglasses
Isn't it a shame military doctors couldn't be as good as military sunglasses?
cooks ifs if-i-could
I learned that if I could read, I could cook. I surprised myself I like it.
eye mental-illness craziness
Craziness attacks the softest eyes and hamstrings the gentlest flanks.
life happens meaningless
All life connects ... Nothing happens that is meaningless.
soul fantasy porcelain
Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.
tides enough goodness
The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.
tree fruit sunlight
The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.
age prison collectives
She was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
treasure lucky fortune
If smallness was fortune, then I had come across a treasure, infinitesimal and beyond value. I felt lucky. You had to decide what was estimable and precious in your life and set out to find it. The objects you valued defined you.
fire body our-love
We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.
laughter air laughing
Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.