The Girl Who Slept with God Quotes

“How was it possible to care deeply about people and not hurt them? To touch them and not leave terrible marks?”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“Everything’s going to be fine. We’re all going to be all right.” “I know,” she said. It was clear that no one thought this at all. Which was why they all kept saying it. And why she kept agreeing with them. As if repetition alone could keep whatever it was they were all worried about at bay.”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“Did anyone ever really know anyone else? Really, truly know them, so much so that you never even had to doubt their thoughts or intentions?”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God

“Was this what faith was? Just a believing and hoping and trusting in something, regardless of the evidence to the contrary?”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“The universe had opened up and revealed its own perfectly blank face to her own, returning her gaze with a flattened emptiness that stretched on and on and on—a world so wide and featureless and open, so dark and formless, that light never pierced it: no sun, no moon, no stars. And it now seemed entirely possible that two girls and a stooped man carrying a pale blue urn could stumble mutely on across the face of it forever, seeking a home, or at least a resting place, and finding none.”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“she had a sudden memory of playing Fox and Geese with her father at Christmastime and of the joy-filled terror in knowing that there was no escape. Knowing that the person chasing you, the large male person chasing you, would soon be on you and there was nothing, absolutely nothing, you could do.”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“Vengeance is mine,” said Grace.”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“Not telling was evidently part of her moral code.”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“So many things had happened that she never would have dreamed could take place, and yet here she was still breathing and eating food and carrying on like none of it had changed anything.”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel

“She ran quietly down Ninth Avenue, her feet barely tapping the ground. There were no cars and she ran smooth and steady down the middle of the road, the warm air flattening her T-shirt against her chest. It was like swimming through perfect water, the outside temperature the same as her insides. Like she had no skin.”
― Val Brelinski, The Girl Who Slept with God: A Novel