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 ConroyBecause she deserved my tears if anyone on earth ever did. I could feel the tears within me, undiscovered, and untouched in their inland sea. Those tears had been with me always.
Pat ConroyWhy do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?
Pat Conroy