Here's what I love: when a great writer turns me into a Jew from Chicago, a lesbian out of South Carolina, or a black woman moving into a subway entrance in Harlem. Turn me into something else, writers of the world. Make me Muslim, heretic, hermaphrodite. Put me into a crusader's armor, a cardinal's vestments. Let me feel the pygmy's heartbeat, the queen's breast, the torturer's pleasure, the Nile's taste, or the nomad's thirst. Tell me everything that I must know. Hold nothing back.
Pat ConroyThe mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.
Pat ConroyOnce he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance.
Pat Conroy