Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.
Pat ConroyOne can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.
Pat ConroyHere'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 Conroy