Caz Frear > Quotes

“Problem is, while the lie may be sweet as it falls from your lips, the feeling in your gut is always putridly sour. And almost always bang-on.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“The most devastating punishments aren’t always the legal ones.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“I should want to spit at him. Bounce his head off the wall. Tear at his face. But I don't feel angry, I feel nothing. Hollow and weightless. I dig my nails into the palms of my hands just to feel the sensation.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“There’s a rising worry in his eyes. ‘No.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“I was eight years old, podgy, with a head full of greasy curls and a mouth full of wobbly teeth, and I was almost certainly wearing my Pokémon T-shirt.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“Pay them compliments, boost their confidence, make every one of them feel like stardust.” Advice once shared with me by a £3,000-a-night hooker.”
― Caz Frear, Shed No Tears

“I’m not following, Detective.’ I’m not sure Parnell is either. ‘Well, it’s just that if Alice was conscious about money, and if money was tight, I don’t understand why a fit, able woman”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“When it comes right down to it, we’re just a mishmash of roles, and we can’t be good at all of them. You’re generally a top-notch friend but an impatient sister.”
― Caz Frear, Five Bad Deeds

“But then guilt is narcissistic. It erodes perspective. Makes everything me me me.”
― Caz Frear, Five Bad Deeds

“Dolores, not Dr Allen. Visions of them dissecting me over a nice bottle of Merlot does them both a disservice, but I have a tendency to catastrophise when I’m cornered. Another counsellor told me that.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“Hello,” she says, offering a quick smile. “You mention in one report that Joseph Madden’s work colleagues assumed his daughter to be his girlfriend, and that he didn’t do anything to dissuade them of this notion.” Emily nods. “Yep, that’s right.” “I’m going to guess that his daughter is highly attractive. Conventionally attractive.” I’ve got this. “Tall, blond, legs up to my shoulders. Model material.” “I thought as much. That’s why he played along with his colleagues’ assumptions, then. A young, conventionally stunning woman enhances his self-image. Admitting she’s his daughter means admitting she didn’t choose him, so it suits him far more—it feeds his False Self—if people think this young, tall, hot blond singled him out. It’s distasteful but perfectly logical when you consider his psyche.” Renée’s troubled.”
― Caz Frear, Stone Cold Heart

“The martyrdom of the dead is the bane of a Murder detective’s life. It’s hard to pinpoint the truth when people are too busy polishing the halo.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“I speculate plenty, especially after white wine.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“And for that second, the world shrinks to just us. Just his face and mine. Every smell seems to evaporate. Every color ceases to exist. And there’s a silence. I silence so laden with fear and mistrust that it turns everything else abstract and us both to stone.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“How I pay my rent is the least interesting thing about me. It’s the least interesting thing about anyone, you included. All you need to know is that I’m a good person.”
― Caz Frear, Shed No Tears

“who I think he is? I can’t ignore the fact I’ve spent most of my life, not exactly sure in the belief, but certainly toying with – then blocking out – the idea that Dad might have killed Maryanne Doyle in 1998. Now that’s been proved impossible, can I trust my own instincts any more than I mistrust him?”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“Upstairs. That mythical land where decisions are made, budgets are slashed, and balls of shit are prepared to be rolled downhill.”
― Caz Frear, Stone Cold Heart

“and for all that she knows jack shit about her husband. Joseph”
― Caz Frear, Stone Cold Heart

“That’s the east coast, Einstein. She said South Australia.” I correct him even though I haven’t a clue what constitutes the south. I dropped geography in favor of Latin at school. AURIBUS TENEO LUPUM.”
― Caz Frear, Stone Cold Heart

“God, I miss my mum. To the rest of the world you’re just a living, growing mass of cells. Your brain fully forms and your bones start to lengthen and before you know it, you’re a card-carrying grown-up who’s expected to drive cars, pay bills and remember to buy tinfoil. But to your mum, you’ll always be a bit gormless. The girl who sneezed in her porridge and ate it anyway.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“I don’t suppose there’s any point in ordering you to go home?” she says, turning back to me. “I’ll only find you hiding out in the loos with a stack of witness statements.” Once. I did that once.”
― Caz Frear, Stone Cold Heart

“This isn’t London, Cat. You might be able to run across Piccadilly Circus, naked as the day you were born and no one’d pay a blind bit of notice, but around here, if your washing’s out too long, folk start to speculate. Secrets”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“it’s true you can’t have it all but you can have some of it.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“killer aren’t his to judge. ‘Ah, come on, Ed, help us out,’ says Parnell, all”
― Caz Frear, Shed No Tears

“it’s possible to do nothing wrong and yet still do nothing right.”
― Caz Frear, Shed No Tears

“She’s looking straight ahead, seemingly hypnotized by the sweeping cherry blossoms. In Japanese culture, they symbolize the fleeting nature of life.”
― Caz Frear, Shed No Tears

“She brings her hands together on her lap, settling in for another lesson. “Most people go through what we refer to as ‘the seven levels of anger’—stress, anxiety, agitation, irritation, frustration, anger, rage. And at the lower end of that scale, a measure of self-control can usually be applied, which means the igniting issue often gets solved. The problem is, narcissists don’t go through the seven levels like most people. The tiniest slight sends them straight to the top of the scale. To a narcissist, rage is a perfectly appropriate response to their ego being threatened, because channeling that rage restores their feelings of superiority.”
― Caz Frear, Stone Cold Heart

“God, I miss my mum. To the rest of the world you’re just a living, growing mass of cells. Your brain fully forms and your bones start to lengthen and before you know it, you’re a card-carrying grown-up who’s expected to drive cars, pay bills and remember to buy tinfoil. But to your mum, you’ll always be a bit gormless. The girl who sneezed in her porridge and ate it anyway. And I miss that. I miss being a half-wit and being loved for it.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“I never seem to shine with people of my own age. I just never feel that relevant.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies

“Wake at seven a.m. and I’m thrown straight into focusing on real things, safe things—showers, vitamins, turned milk, tube delays—whereas at five a.m., my usual rise and shine, I’ve got two hours of lying in the half-light to grapple with. Two hours of thinking about all the things I could have done better and all the people I never see.”
― Caz Frear, Sweet Little Lies