A Lowcountry Heart Quotes

“I have read like a man on fire my whole life because the genius of English teachers touched me with the dazzling beauty of language.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I envy the tireless intimacy of women’s friendship, its lastingness, and its unbendable strength.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“If any writer in this country has collected as fine and passionate a group of readers as I have, they’re fortunate and lucky beyond anyone’s imagination. It remains a shock to me that I’ve had a successful writing career. Not someone like me; Lord, there were too many forces working against me, too many dark currents pushing against me, but it somehow worked. Though I wish I’d written a lot more, been bolder with my talent, more forgiving of my weaknesses, I’ve managed to draw a magic audience into my circle. They come to my signings to tell me stories, their stories. The ones that have hurt them and made their nights long and their lives harder.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“The reading of great books has been a life-altering activity to me and, for better or worse, brought me singing and language-obsessed to that country where I make my living. Except for teaching, I’ve had no other ambition in life than to write books that mattered.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Throughout my career I’ve lived in constant fear that I wouldn’t be good enough, that I’d have nothing to say, that I’d be laughed at, humiliated—and I’m old enough to know that fear will follow me to the very last word I’ll ever write. As for now, I feel the first itch of the novel I’m supposed to write—the grain of sand that irritates the soft tissues of the oyster. The beginning of the world as I don’t quite know it. But I trust I’ll begin to know it soon.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I was raised in the Marine Corps and I was taught as a boy that you feed your own men before you feed yourself. It was my belief then, and it remains so today, that my platoon who loves and respect me will slaughter your platoon that hates you. But here is the great lesson I took from the plebe system—it let me know exactly the kind of man I wanted to become. It made me ache to be a contributing citizen in whatever society I found myself in, to live out a life I could be proud of, and always to measure up to what I took to be the highest ideal of a Citadel man—or, now, a Citadel woman. The standards were clear to me and they were high, and I took my marching orders from my college to take my hard-won education and go out to try to make the whole world a better place.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I have yet to meet an English teacher who assigned a book to damage a kid.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Few people understood the exceptional role the civil rights movement had on the white boys and girls of the South. Bill Clinton would never have become who he was without the shining example of Martin Luther King. The same is true of Jimmy Carter and Fritz Hollings and Richard and Joe Riley. Imagine this: you’re a little white kid and you watch firehoses turned on people who don’t seem to be hurting anyone, and fierce dogs being tuned on young men who carry signs about freedom. We white kids grew up watching movies and TV and guess what we had learned to do? We had learned to tell the good guys from the bad guys.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“My father managed to change his entire life after I wrote a novel about his brutal regime as a family man. It took resoluteness and courage for my father to change, and I need to acknowledge that.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Among the worst things about growing old is the loss of those irreplaceable friends who added richness and depth to your life.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I don’t know when reading books became the most essential thing about me, but it happened over the years and I found myself the most willing servant of what I considered a rich habit.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Teaching remains a heroic act to me, and teachers live a necessary and all-important life. We are killing their spirit with unnecessary pressure and expectation that seem forced and destructive to me. Long ago I was one of them. I still regret I was forced to leave them. My entire body of work is because of men and women like them.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“The teachers of my life saved my life and sent me out prepared for whatever life I was meant to lead. Like everyone else, I had some bad ones and mediocre ones, but I never had one that I thought was holding me back because of idleness or thoughtlessness. They spent their lives with the likes of me and I felt safe during the time they spent with me. The best of them made me want to be just like them. I wanted young kids to look at me the way I looked at the teachers who loved me. Loving them was not difficult for a boy like me. They lit a path for me, and one that I followed with joy.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“The choices I didn’t make are almost as ruinous as the ones I did.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I do not think I was a hothead—not then and not now. I thought I was right. I had read the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bible. Segregation seemed evil from the time I was a boy. Slavery is an abomination on the American soul, ineradicable stain on our body politic. But Penn Center lit a fire that has never gone out, and the election of President Barack Obama was one of the happiest days of my life.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“It’s the great surprise of my life that I ended up loving [my father] so much.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I’ve written more about my parents than any writer in the history of the world, and I still return to their mysterious effigies as I try to figure out what it all means—some kind of annunciation or maybe even a summing-up They still exert immense control over me even though they’ve been dead for so long. But I can conjure up their images without exerting a thimbleful of effort.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Over the years he began displaying that rarest of intellectual gifts—the ability and willingness to change his mind and do it in an orderly, well-reasoned way.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I have always been attracted to male writers who can demonstrate their love and affection for women with ease, yet not draw attention to themselves.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Though I’ve never met a teacher who was not happy in retirement, I rarely meet one who thinks that their teaching life was not a grand way to spend a human life. The unhappy ones are the young ones, those who must teach in public schools when the whole nation seems at war with the very essence of teaching.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“From the beginning, I’ve told journalists that I planned to write better than any writer of my era who graduated from an Ivy League college. It sounds boastful and it is. But The Citadel taught me that I was a man of courage when I survived that merciless crucible of a four-year test that is the measure of The Citadel experience. I’m the kind of writer I am because of The Citadel.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“I consider the two years in Beaufort when I taught high school as perhaps the happiest time of my life. My attraction to melodrama and suffering had not yet overwhelmed me, but signs of it were surfacing. No one had warned me that a teacher could fall so completely in love with his students that graduation seemed like the death of a small civilization.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“People give me looks of pity and ask me why I want to wallow in my disconnection from a very connected world. It is simple. The world seems way too connected to me now. It seems to be ruining the lives of teenagers and bringing out the bestial cruelty in those who can hide their vileness under the mask of some idiotic pseudonym. I like to sit alone and think about things. Solitude is as precious as coin silver and it takes labor to attain it.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Generally, writers descend from a lesser tribe, and whatever claim to beauty we have shows up on the printed page far more often than it does in our mirrors. Even as I writer these words I think of dozens off writers, both male and female, who make a mockery of this generalization. But comeliness among writers is rare enough to be noteworthy.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“To have attracted readers is the most magical part of my writing life. I was not expecting you to show up when I wrote my first books. It took me by surprise. It filled me with gratitude. It still does.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“My career still strikes me as miraculous. That a boy raised on Marine bases in the South, taught by Roman Catholic nuns in backwater Southern towns that loathed Catholics, and completed his education with an immersion into The Citadel—the whole story sounds fabricated, impossible even to me. Maybe especially to me.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Because I’ve gotten older, I worry that there will be a steep decline in my talent, but I promise not to let the same thing happen to my passion for writing.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“A new novel awaits my arrival, prepares for my careful inspection. Yet a novel is always a long dream that lives in me for years before I know where to go to hunt it out.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“A nation of unhappy teachers makes for a sadder and more endangered America.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life

“Humor has always been the redemptive angel in the Conroys’s sad history. With this family, I shall never grow hungry from lack of material.”
― Pat Conroy, A Lowcountry Heart: Reflections on a Writing Life