Wake Quotes

“There are millions of households out there with no men living in them, Mr Tamm. Very few of them experience abductions.’ Statistically speaking, women and children were most at risk when the man of the house was at home.”
― Shelley Burr, Wake

“If you want to spend all night searching, be my guest. But you never were much good at digging, were you, boy? Or lifting, or kicking, or anything that made it worth having a son.” Lane laughed. “You think that button’s still attached to anything, old man? I want nothing more in life than to be a disappointment to you.”
― Shelley Burr, Wake

“The gentleness in Lane made his father so angry. He wanted someone in his own image, to drink and start fights with. When Lane had grown up into a man who would rather help his mother in the cramped little kitchen, or sit with his sister and build cities out of Duplo, his father couldn’t stand it. It gave Lane a small amount of pleasure, to know what his father saw as weakness was the only reason the man was still alive.”
― Shelley Burr, Wake

“A campervan? Like the one my dad has? They’re tiny!” “Our model was bigger than average. But I’m guessing we crammed more stuff into ours than your father does.” He shut the window with a screech. “I suppose the people matter too,” Mina mused. “There’s no house big enough if you share it with an arsehole.”
― Shelley Burr, Wake

“The early hours of grief made it difficult to figure out what was important and what wasn’t. Coming to terms with the way the plans for the day had changed could loom as large as the questions of how the rest of your life would work, all jumbled in with the primal roar of “No!”
― Shelley Burr, Wake

“People with unhappy childhoods often struggled to recall them. It astonished him when he met adults who could rattle off the name of their year-three teacher, or wax rhapsodic about a holiday they went on when they were six. If he concentrated hard on remembering what life had been like when he was ten, he got a vague impression of hours spent staring out a car window, a lot of yelling and the sound of a tent peg being struck with a mallet.”
― Shelley Burr, Wake