lullabies for little criminals

A couple quotes from a book I'm reading. I just liked these paragraphs too much, I don't want to forget them. Maybe you don't feel the same, maybe they need context, but they sent shivers down my spine like a good book should. Oddly enough, they both mention God. That's not on purpose on my part, or anyone's part for that matter. It's all from the perspective of Baby, a young girl growing up in the worst parts of Montreal with her heroin addict of a 'father', Jules. The book reminds me of Tideland because it's all an innocent child's perspective on an obscene and cruel world.... except for it's a LOT less disturbing. A LOT. I cannot stress that enough. Really good so far but I'm only about halfway through.

"If you want to get a child to love you, then you should just go and hide in the closet for three or four hours. They get down on their knees and pray for you to return. That child will turn you into God. Lousy children probably wrote the Bible."

"It was dark by now. I hated riding in cars in the country at night. In the temporary illumination of the headlights, the insects were scribbling out messages from God that we couldn't get. You couldn't see what was up ahead. How did you know that the universe still existed a few feet in front of the car? How could you know that God was continuing to imagine it all? How could you be sure that he hadn't forgotten about the road and that you wouldn't soon be driving into nothingness?"