The Teller Quotes

“her purse. Evan Nussbaum, Det. 114th Precinct, City of New York. It would be one quick phone call, one quick urgently whispered sentence—the truck driver and Desirio are sitting together in a diner—as if each of them carries an electric charge and their union produces instant ignition, and Nussbaum would be here immediately. But she has stolen 1.3 million dollars. Not spent a dime of it, no, but moved it, transferred it, and therefore stolen it . . . and therefore can hardly risk more contact with a detective of the New York Police Department. A moment later, the big truck driver and Desirio are up out of the booth and heading toward the door. And at the same time, clearly choreographed—obviously summoned by cell phone—a big silver sedan pulls up to the door of the diner and Desirio and the truck driver look both ways before ducking purposefully, wordlessly, into the back of it. Shit. As the sedan pulls away and stops in a moment at a red light, Elaine steps out of the shadows, raises her hand high above her head, waves it around irrationally, frantically. As if to halt the silver sedan purely on the strength of her authority, through the power of her righteousness, for the obviousness of the vehicle’s illicitness. But the frantically waving hand is, in fact, searching for a telltale flank”
― Jonathan Stone, The Teller

“The accounts are swept for irregularities every evening at the bank’s closing. The computer programs are impressive in that regard—sophisticated, sensitive—and their algorithms are able to identify irregularities with a high level of certainty. But a computer is only half the story. A human has to see it. A human has to be assigned to look at the readouts, examine the data more closely, double-check it, trace it back, put two and two together.”
― Jonathan Stone, The Teller

“A lonely, dead old man. She breaks her gaze away, spreads the bedspread flat and neat”
― Jonathan Stone, The Teller

“mistake. He pours her”
― Jonathan Stone, The Teller

“She had always felt such impulses, ever since she was a kid. Passing a cop on the street, she’d have the impulse to grab the gun from his belt. Sitting at a glass table or passing a huge glass window, she’d feel the impulse to break it with a rock, to put an object through it. The impulse to shout out a curse word in the middle of class. To grab a candy bar in a bodega. To run into the middle of a parade or up onstage during the middle of a play.”
― Jonathan Stone, The Teller

“able to”
― Jonathan Stone, The Teller