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
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I thought I'd stumbled onto Pluto. What I did not realize, I had stumbled into the great lie. They were separate but there was no equality whatsoever.
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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.
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When my novel 'Beach Music' came out in 1995, I had included a couple of recipes in the book and had tried to impart some of my love of Roman cuisine and the restaurants of Rome.
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There are other writers who try for subtle and minimalists effects, but I don't travel in that tribe.
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I'm fascinated by the people I grew up with and the mistakes I made - and God, I have screwed up. I like writing about where it all went off course.
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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.
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Fear is the major cargo that American writers must stow away when the writing life calls them into carefully chosen ranks.
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I hated my father long before I knew there was a word for hate.
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I love books about treks and journeys into the unknown.
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A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
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The world of literature has everything in it, and it refuses to leave
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My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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Humanity is best described as inhumanity.
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I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.