We wait for the tortoises to come. We wait for that lady who walks them. Thatโs how art works. Itโs never a jackrabbit, or a racehorse. Itโs the tortoises that hold all the secrets. Weโve got to be patient enough to wait for them.
Pat ConroyWe've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth.
Pat ConroyRape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
Pat ConroyComely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.
Pat Conroy