It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.
Pat ConroyHere is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.
Pat ConroyBasketball allowed me to revere my father without him knowing what I was up to. I took up basketball as a form of homage and mimicry.
Pat ConroyIt 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 Conroy