Occupation: Author Birth: October 26, 1945 Death: March 4, 2016
From the very beginning, I wrote to explain my own life to myself, and I invited any readers who chose to make the journey with me to join me on the ….
I prayed hard and only gradually became aware that this fierce praying was a way of finding prologue and entrance into my own writing. This came as b….
There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck an….
I stood face to face with the moon and the ocean and the future that spread out with all its bewildering immensity before me..
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..
Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air..
We old athletes carry the disfigurements and markings of contests remembered only by us and no one else. Nothing is more lost than a forgotten game..
She thought she brought a gift of compassion for those exhausted souls who had not received a chest portion from the people who raised them. If compa….
When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity. And when women talk about being wome….
The children of warriors in our country learn the grace and caution that come from a permanent sense of estrangement..
The fruit tasted foreign but indigenous, like sunlight a tree had changed through patience..
Paranoia has a sharper taste if the danger is real..
Red Hook Road made me happy, and happy to be alive. It took me out of my home on the coast of South Carolina, placed me in the town along Red hook Ro….
The University of South Carolina has always played a role in my life and the intellectual life of South Carolina..
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 f….
Craziness attacks the softest eyes and hamstrings the gentlest flanks..
All life connects ... Nothing happens that is meaningless..
Do you think that Hemingway knew he was a writer at twenty years old? No, he did not. Or Fitzgerald, or Wolfe. This is a difficult concept to grasp. ….
Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they have nothing to say to ….
Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. It involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into ….
Anyone who knows me well must understand and be sympathetic to my genuine need to be my own greatest hero. It is not a flaw of character; it is a cat….