The Cut Quotes

“You don’t deserve to be punished for killing a man who is raping you. A jury might not have seen it that way in 1994, but they did in 2020.”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut

“yet here he was, drinking a mug of tea and listening”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut

“The reason people don’t value facts is because they belong to everyone,’ she replied. ‘Myths and rumours feel like secret knowledge,”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut

“Is this the way we learn of our acquaintances’ deaths now?’ Millicent reflected wistfully, cradling her brandy. ‘When we have drifted apart and lost touch, we don’t learn someone is gone via a telegram from overseas or reading an obit in The Times. But by an absence of content.”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut

“A glamour was an enchantment, an illusion that beguiled the observer, making someone appear beautiful and thus concealing the darker truth of what they really were. Millicent knew it was a spell that didn’t require magic: it drew its true power from our desire to see what we wanted to.”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut

“glamour was an enchantment, an illusion that beguiled the observer, making someone appear beautiful and thus concealing the darker truth of what they really were. Millicent knew it was a spell that didn’t require magic: it drew its true power from our desire to see what we wanted to.”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut

“and the chef has just added a special of scallops, chorizo and black pudding served with a whisky crème sauce and a selection of seasonal vegetables.’ The waitress said this with a level of surprise and delight that Millicent would have considered more appropriate to announcing that the chef had just concocted a cure for cancer and would presumably be serving it with a jus of world peace and a foam of nuclear fusion.”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut

“Half in love with easeful death. Sometimes it felt like death was the only thing she did not fear. Death would be a deliverance, a corporeal manifestation of her spiritual state. Millicent’s fears were not rooted in the worry that she might die. The thing she was truly afraid of was how long she might still live: what miseries and torments might yet be inflicted upon her before the final mercy.”
― Chris Brookmyre, The Cut