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 ConroyBut even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.
Pat ConroyWe set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.
Pat ConroyIt is the secret life that sustains me now, and as I reach the top of that bridge I say it in a whisper, I say it as a prayer, as regret, and as praise. I can't tell you why I do it or what it means, but each night when I drive toward my southern home and my southern life, I whisper these words: 'Lowenstein, Lowenstein.
Pat Conroy