She has spent most of the day reading and is feeling rather out of touch with reality, as if her own life has become insubstantial in the face of the fiction she's been absorbed in. — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
She wanted to say, no. She wanted to say, I have a son, there is a child, this cannot happen. Because you know that… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
Two and a half thousand left-handed people are killed every year using things made for right-handed people. — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in cushioning your insecurities with a system of belief that tells you 'Don't worry. This may… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
I met a retired police detective. And he said to me that the interesting thing about heatwaves, from a police perspective, is that the… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
While I was writing the book, one of my children was diagnosed with dyslexia. Dyslexia is a very tiny word for a wide-ranging neurological… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
“Why is it that twenty-four hours in the company of your family is capable of reducing you to a teenager?” — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
I think it's dangerous to have lots of time on your hands as a writer. Time to pursue every little alleyway, to follow every… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
I think all families have these secrets, and it's sometimes the strangest things that bring them out. That was part of my interest in… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
My husband, William Sutcliffe, the writer, is my first reader and in many ways my most important. That initial reading of the manuscript is… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
She liked the way his smile took a long time to arrive and just as long to leave. — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
“That's because they're of the past. All photos of the past look melancholy and wistful precisely because they capture something that's gone.” — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
We always planned to move back to the Republic but it never happened, I'm not sure why. My dad is one of those immigrants… — Maggie O'Farrell Copy Share Image
