My mother, Southern to the bone, once told me, “All Southern literature can be summed up in these words: ‘On the night the hogs ate Willie, Mama died when she heard what Daddy did to Sister.’” She raised me up to be a Southern writer, but it wasn’t easy.
Pat ConroyShe had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.
Pat Conroy