Her laughter was a shiny thing, like pewter flung high in the air.
Pat Conroy, Beach Music.
“Music could ache and hurt, that beautiful music was a place a suffering man could hide.”
“Carolina beach music," Dupree said, coming up on the porch. "The holiest sound on earth.”
“Fantasy is one of the soul's brighter porcelains.”
“Writing poetry and reading books causes brain damage.”
“It's politics . . . It makes everybody stupid. When you grow up, you'll know what I mean.”
“The pursuit of greatness means that laziness has no place in your life.”
“We look before and after,And pine for what is not;Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.”
“I know why we laugh. We laugh because it hurts, and it's the only thing to make it stop hurting.”
“MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Now is a time to storm; why art thou still?TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha!MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not anoth...”