Quotes About Maggie O'Farrell

Does the light still slant into my chamber in the evening, just before it disappears below the city's roofs? Do you miss me? Even a little? Does anyone ever go and stand before my portrait?

He's instructed the boys to conjugate the verb 'incarcerate': the repeated hard c sound seems to scrape at the walls of the room, as if the very words themselves are seeking escape.