Later, long after my grandfather was dead, I would regret that I could never be the kind of man that he was. Though I adored him as a child and found myself attracted to the safe protectorate of his soft, uncritical maleness, I never wholly appreciated him. I did not know how to cherish sanctity, and I had no way of honoring, of giving small voice to the praise of such natural innocence, such a generous simplicity. Now I know that a part of me would like to have traveled the world as he traveled it, a jester of burning faith, a fool and a forest prince brimming with the love of God. I would like to walk his southern world, thanking God for oysters and porpoises, praising God for birdsongs and sheet lightning, and seeing God reflected in pools of creekwater and the eyes of stray cats. I would like to have talked to yard dogs and tanagers as if they were my friends and fellow travelers along the sun-tortured highways, intoxicated with a love of God, swollen with charity like a rainbow, in the thoughtless mingling of its hues, connecting two distant fields in its glorious arc. I would like to have seen the world with eyes incapable of anything but wonder, and a tongue fluent only in praise.
Pat ConroyWe had made the error of staying small – and there is no more unforgivable crime in America.
Pat ConroyTag: contentment ambition greed materialism
It all makes more sense when I'm out here alone," he smiled. "I can talk myself into anything.
Pat ConroyTag: delusion metacognition
A man's only got so many yeses inside him before he uses them all up.
Pat ConroyTag: rebellion rights surrender
I became one of those anonymous Americans who tries to keep his mind sharp and inquisitive while performing all the humiliating rituals of the middle class
Pat ConroyTag: conformity curiosity consumerism
She had a grocer's faith in books; they can be handed out like Green Stamps and were redeemable for a variety of useful gifts.
Pat ConroyTag: reading books literature
Losing well was a gift, but winning well is this stuff of the authentic manhood.
Pat ConroyTag: humility grace magnanimity
I could rent Caesar out at birthday parties. Halloween parties. I could take pictures of Caesar eating a piece of birthday cake. Or a picture of a kid riding Caesar on his birthday. We could build a saddle.
Pat ConroyWhen you write by hand, you don't have the excessive freedom of a computer. When I write down something, I have to be serious about it. I have to ask myself, "Is this necessary at this point in the book?
Pat ConroyTag: writing technology creativity redolence
You have to pay for this view (onto which he looks while writing), so our expenses keep us pretty motivated to write. It's a vicious cycle.
Pat ConroyTag: vocation creativity motivation materialism jobs
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