I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.
Pat ConroyShe was one of those Southerners who knew from an early age that the South could never be more for them than a fragrant prison, administered by a collective of loving but treacherous relatives.
Pat ConroyOne can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher.
Pat Conroy