Quotes from The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon

The following are quotes of Stephen King‘s The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon. Disclaimer: I read the book on my Kindle Paperwhite so the locations refer to that version of the book (sorry if you were looking for page numbers).

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“She wished briefly that she was dead—better to be dead than have to endure such fear, better to be dead than to be lost.” (L. 1006-1007)

“Doing this made her feel better and worse—better because it felt more like praying than actual words would have done, worse because it made her feel really lonely for the first time that day; pointing like Tom Gordon made her feel lost in some heretofore unsuspected fashion.” (L. 845-847)

“The coldly beautiful face of the moon suggested to her that the Subaudible was more plausible after all, a God who didn’t know He or It was a God, one with no interest in lost little girls, one with no real interest in anything, a knocked-out-loaded God whose mind was like a circling cloud of bugs and whose eye was the rapt and vacant moon.” (L. 901-903)

“It’s the thing you hear, Trisha, said the cold voice. Its tone was sad on top, unspeakably gleeful underneath. It’s coming for you. It’s got your scent.” (L. 959-961)

“She could still break branches, she still had that much control over the world. Sounds were just sounds. Shadows were just shadows. She could be afraid, she could listen to that stupid traitor of a voice if she wanted to, but there was no (thing special thing) in the woods.” (L. 971-974)

I like these two quotes (L. 959-961, 971-974) because it is the first we hear of this voice that Trisha is followed by throughout the rest of the book. It keeps her alive, steers her back to a steadied mindset where she started to make better decisions. The purpose of the voice is reminiscent of the Yann Martel‘s tiger in Life of Pi. The tiger Richard Parker is as ferocious as the voice is macabre and pessimistic, but without the tiger Pi would have lost his sanity at sea as Trisha may have lost hers lost in the woods.

“At this point his dream stuttered; it caught in his mind like a bone in a throat.” (L. 1039)

“Behind him there was only the empty path. It was as if he had never had a sister at all.” (L. 1043-1044)

“Lying at the foot of the birch was a snarly coil of bleeding intestine so fresh that it had as yet collected only a few flies. Yesterday the sight of such a thing had had her struggling with all her might not to throw up, but life seemed different today; things had changed. There were no butterflutters, no meaty hiccups way down deep in her throat, no instinctive urge to turn away or at least avert her eyes. Instead of these things she felt a coldness that was somehow much worse. It was like drowning, only from the inside out.” (L. 1751-1754)

Trisha is starting to grow up faced with the cold truths of life—perhaps the most ultimate truth that she will one day die, a truth that is starting to catch up to her more rapidly than she or the reader would have hoped for. King forces you to stare back at this truth yourself, mull it over in the steel trap of your mind, and relive the time when you yourself learned this truth. I remember the first time I actually witnessed death—when my grandfather died. I grew up—when I realized that my life was finite I began to weigh my decisions more delicately.

“Trisha looked doubtfully up at her piece of the sky, where the first stars were now shining like sequins on dark blue velvet.” (L. 1797)

“In that world of lights and cars and paved roads she was dead. In this one—the one that existed off the path, the one where crows sometimes hung upside down from branches—she was close to it.” (L. 2098-2099)

“Please God, please. Help me in the late innings.” (L. 2196-2197)

 

 

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About evinhughes

I am a graduate of Georgia Southern University located in Statesboro Georgia. I have a bachelors degree in Information Technology and a bachelors in Writing and Linguistics.
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