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Pat Conroy Biography

Donald Patrick "Pat" Conroy (October 26, 1945 – March 4, 2016) was an American author who wrote several acclaimed novels and memoirs. Two of his novels, The Prince of Tides and The Great Santini, were made into Oscar-nominated films. He is recognized as a leading figure of late-20th century Southern literature.

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My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.

Book, Companionship, Ease, Found, Rest, Soul

I can't pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.

Book, Bookstore, Burn, Hands, Immense, Next

The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience.

Changed, Fruit, Like, Sunlight, Tree

No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.

Fate, Imperfect, Laughter, Law

Every athlete learns by theft and mimicry.

Athlete, Mimicry, Theft

Baseball fans love numbers. They love to swirl them around their mouths like Bordeaux wine.

Baseball, Bordeaux, Like, Numbers, Wine

The great teachers fill you up with hope and shower you with a thousand reasons to embrace all aspects of life. I wanted to follow Mr. Monte around for the rest of my life, learning everything he wished to share of impart, but I didn't know how to ask.

Fill, Hope, Life Learning, Reason, Teacher, Teachers

The only word for goodness is goodness, and it is not enough.

Enough, Goodness, Tides, Word

I've never cackled with laughter at a single line I've ever written. None of it has given me pleasure.

Laughter, Line, Lines, Pleasure, Single

I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.

Country, Dark, Gold, Sunshine

I only hope to do well enough before I die to have a house as big as my rich Uncle Ed and Aunt Carole.

Aunt, Carole, Hope, House, Uncle, Uncles

Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.

Air, Flung, Laughing, Laughter

I would always be a better hater of things and institutions than a lover of them.

Hater, Institutions, Lover, Lovers, Things

Every woman I had ever met who walked through the world appraised and classified by an extraordinary physicality had also received the keys to an unbearable solitude. It was the coefficient of their beauty, the price they had to pay.

Keys, Solitude, World, Walked, Met, Price

(You) don't leave the chicken to watch the feed.

Chicken, Chickens, Feed, Temptation, Watch, Watches

Through sports a coach can offer a boy a secret way to sneak up on the mystery that is manhood.

Boy, Boys, Secret, Sneak, Sports

It's impossible to explain to a Yankee what `tacky' is. They simply have no word for it up north, but my God, do they ever need one.

Explain, Impossible, North, Tacky, Up North, Yankees

Writing poetry and reading books causes brain damage.

Book, Brain, Causes, Poetry, Reading, Writing

We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth.

Face, High, Inability, Pay, Thinking

Good writing is the hardest form of thinking.

Writing, Thinking, Form, Good, Hardest

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