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
mother memories children
We children sat transfixed before that moon our mother had called forth from the waters. When the moon had reached its deepest silver, my sister, Savannah, though only three, cried aloud to our mother, to Luke and me, to the river and the moon, "Oh, Mama, do it again!" And I had my earliest memory.
dream hate letters
I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.
reading writing ambition
Reading is the most rewarding form of exile and the most necessary discipline for novelists who burn with the ambition to get better.
salt rainwater
A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.
running book reading
My attraction to story is a ceaseless current that runs through the center of me. My inexhaustible ardor for reading seems connected to my hunger for storylines that show up in both books and in the great tumbling chaos of life.
book home hook
Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Road, and changed me the way good books always do.
writing thinking form
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.
attention dignity demon
But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
father childhood let-me
My father wouldn't let me take typing in childhood.
thinking skins way
I do not have any other way of saying it. I think it happens but once and only to the very young when it feels like your skin could ignite at the mere touch of another person. You get to love like that but once.
teacher world literature
The world of literature has everything in it, and it refuses to leave
stories recipes meals
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.
beautiful girl sweet
Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.
passion long return
She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.