Mr. Norris knew this hoard to be worth much less than the

Mr. Norris knew this hoard to be worth much less than the tall man believed, but as long he believed it, he'd stay honest. Thus ran Mr. Norris's theory, which was not only philosophical but also empirically scientific in the best sense.

(0 Reviews)

Facebook

Twitter

E-mail

Favorites

Mr. Norris understood that the treasure held by the tall man was overvalued in his eyes. Despite knowing its true worth was significantly lower, Mr. Norris felt compelled to maintain honesty as long as the tall man remained oblivious to this fact. This relationship highlights a deeper philosophical perspective on truth and belief.

Mr. Norris's approach is both reflective and practical, as he navigates the complexities of human perception and value....

Categories

book quote

Book

The Royal Family

Author

William T. Vollmann

Votes
0

Page views
23

Update
March 26, 2025

Report
Report a Problem

Rate the Quote

Add Comment & Review

User Reviews

Based on 0 reviews

5 Star

4 Star

3 Star

2 Star

1 Star

No reviews added yet.

Add Comment & Review

Your Name: *

Comment Title: *

Your E-mail: * We'll never share your email with anyone else.

Your Comment: *

Your Rating: *

Comments will not be approved to be posted if they are SPAM, abusive, off-topic, use profanity, contain a personal attack, or promote hate of any kind.

Even Tyler would be infected by this surprising outbreak of sadness, which he certainly would not have felt had he simply never happened to see Lily again. This taught him the vanity and egotism of grief, which so often compromises nothing except childish rebellion against the closing off of possibilities.

So you cheat on your wife and you want me to give you a gold star for it, said Domino. Well, mister, I pity your wife and I don't give a fuck about you. Now I've got to go outside for a minute and see a man about a dog. When I come back, if you want a flatback or a blow, you just lay down your money in my hand. But no more of your hypocritical bullshit. Who the hell do you think you are? You're just a kid in the candy store that can't decide which kind of liquorice he wants to stuff his face with. Now sit there and shut up.

What do you get when you cross a nymphomaniac with a kleptomaniac? A rapist, said Tyler.

Nothing, brother. Everything's about nothing. You know that, but you prefer to pretend otherwise. We both do.

Mr. Norris knew this hoard to be worth much less than the tall man believed, but as long he believed it, he'd stay honest. Thus ran Mr. Norris's theory, which was not only philosophical but also empirically scientific in the best sense.

Evil is one thing. Evil's only subjective. Illegal is another.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

"Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels."

"Philip Sharpe was a soldier in God's army," says the minister. "Now he marches with the angels."

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. "How could you be so stupid?" I shrug, stung in spite of myself. "I thought I grew out of it." Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. "I hope you mean sleepwalking," Philip says, "since you obviously didn't grow out of stupid."

On the way out to the car, Philip turns to me. "How could you be so stupid?" I shrug, stung in spite of myself. "I thought I grew out of it." Philip pulls out his key fob and presses the remote to unlock his Mercedes. I slide into the passenger side, brushing coffee cups off the seat and onto the floor mat, where crumpled printouts from MapQuest soak up any spilled liquid. "I hope you mean sleepwalking," Philip says, "since you obviously didn't grow out of stupid."

I don't have anything against God. Far from it. But I don't understand Him. And I don't trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they're working in His best interests.