“Oh, you know,’ I said. ‘You say to yourself I’ll spend next week on Christmas shopping and then the week before Christmas on writing letters and going round the tenants and I’ll just be able to fit it all in,… — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“That kind of flabby sentiment – thinking that there is good in everyone – is responsible for a great deal of harm.” — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“Birth, death . . .?’ ‘And nappies, madam. Things men don’t do.” — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“What has she done to deserve such scorn?' I said. He had the grace to look uncomfortable as he answered. 'Not her in particular,… — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“It’s not bullshit,” he went on. “It’s just not … See the thing is, the pain’s real. The terror—it’s all real. And the causes… — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“NO!” I bellowed it at him. “You say that over and over like it’s some kind of slogan. And I never knew why it… — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“Oh, you know,’ I said. ‘You say to yourself I’ll spend next week on Christmas shopping and then the week before Christmas on writing… — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“I loathe the grading of tragedy and the jostling for pre-eminence amongst the bereaved, that most disgusting example of the disgusting habit of claiming… — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
“Dreadful fire at Reiver’s Rest,”’ she intoned with relish. ‘“Poor” – it’s Cara, isn’t it, madam? – “Poor Cara tragically lost. Staying in Gatehouse… — Catriona McPherson Copy Share Image
