She had so mastered the strategies of camouflage that her own history had seemed a series of well-placed mirrors that kept her hidden from herself.

Pat Conroy


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My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.

Pat Conroy

Mots clés inspirational



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Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's after image imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscure of dreams. Though their bodies would heal, their souls had sustained a damage beyond compensation

Pat Conroy

Mots clés violence rape crime



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Violence send deep roots into the heart, it has no seasons, it is always ripe, evergreen.

Pat Conroy

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A novelist must wrestle with all mysteries and strangeness of life itself, and anyone who dies not wish to accept that grand, bone-chilling commission should write book reviews, editorials, or health-insurance policies instead.

Pat Conroy

Mots clés literary-fiction



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From the beginning I've searched out those writers unafraid to stir up the emotions, who entrust me with their darkest passions, their most indestructible yearnings, and their most soul-killing doubts. I trust the great novelists to teach me how to live, how to feel, how to love and hate. I trust them to show me the dangers I will encounter on the road as I stagger on my own troubled passage through the complicated life of books that try to teach me how to die.

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Voyagers can remove the masks and those sinuous, intricate disguises we wear at home in the dangerous equilibrium of our common lives.

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my folks wouldn't read a book if you put a gun to their dicks. but they read people all day long and always get it right.

Pat Conroy

Mots clés happy-fockin-playgrounds



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Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

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A breeze lifted off the ocean and several hundred notes from the wind chimes tinkled like ice shaken in silver cups. They altered the mood of the forest the way an orchestra does a theater when it begins tuning up its instruments.

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