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... silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.
Pat Conroy
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Pat Conroy
Age: 70 †
Born: 1945
Born: October 26
Died: 2016
Died: March 4
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Basketball Player
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Screenwriter
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Atlanta
Georgia
Patrick Conroy
Donald Patrick Conroy
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I was born to be a point guard, but not a very good one.
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The children of warriors in our country learn the grace and caution that come from a permanent sense of estrangement.
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I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
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Rape is a crime against sleep and memory it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
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Once he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance.
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Comely was the town by the curving river that they dismantled in a year's time. Beautiful was Colleton in her last spring as she flung azaleas like a girl throwing rice at a desperate wedding. In dazzling profusion, Colleton ripened in a gauze of sweet gardens and the town ached beneath a canopy of promissory fragrance.
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