It 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 ConroySome things donโt mix. Some things donโt mix at all, but sometimes in life you have to take the risk.
Pat ConroyThe water was pure and cold and came out of the Apennines tasting like snow melted in the hands of a pretty girl.
Pat Conroy