She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.
Pat ConroyEven today, I hunt for the fabulous books that will change me utterly. I find myself happiest in the middle of a book which I forget that I am reading, but am instead immersed in a made-up life lived at the highest pitch.
Pat ConroyGood writing is the hardest form of thinking. It involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear. If the writing is good, then the result seems effortless and inevitable. But when you want to say something life-changing or ineffable in a single sentence, you face both the limitations of the sentence itself and the extent of your own talent.
Pat ConroyMots clés writing
...I realize words are never enough; they stutter and cleave to the roof of my mouth.
Pat ConroyI taught Leah how to tell where we were in the Campo by using her sense of smell. The south side was glazed with the smell of slain fish and no amount of water or broom-work could ever eliminate the tincture of ammonia scenting that part of the piazza. The fish had written their names in those stones. But so had the young lambs and the coffee beans and torn arugula and the glistening tiers of citrus and the bread baking that produced a golden brown perfume from the great ovens. I whispered to Leah that a sense of smell was better than a yearbook for imprinting the delicate graffiti of time in the memory.
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Fear is the major cargo that American writers must stow away when the writing life calls them into its carefully chosen ranks.
Pat ConroyHe was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.
Pat ConroyWhen mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children
Pat ConroyMots clés children divorce damage
My irritation with Niles was growing, though. I had always thought the quiet man was the most overrated form of human life".
Pat ConroyIt 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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