The Prince of Tides

by Pat Conroy

unless you’re willing to kill the innocent, you can’t win.

vietnam

there are times when betrayal can be an act of love in itself. I had thrown Sallie out of my heart and Jack Cleveland had welcomed her

“Listen to me, Savannah. There’s no word in the language I revere more than teacher. None.

“Do with Luke what Monet did with flowers. Use your art. Give him back to us. Let the whole world love Luke Wingo.”

this father and son with the only language of love allowed to pass between them. “The Braves are only four games out

the beauty and fear of kinship, the ineffable ties of family,

Then, looking at the sun and the moon again, she added, “Wholeness, Tom. It all comes back. It’s all a circle.”