Basketball allowed me to revere my father without him knowing what I was up to. I took up basketball as a form of homage and mimicry.
Pat ConroyThe water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.
Pat ConroyMama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.
Pat Conroy