The Hot Rock Quotes

“A lady doctor in the foreground, black horn-rims and white lab coat, suddenly cried, “You people ought to be ashamed of yourselves! Do you realize what you're doing to the reality concepts we're trying to instill in these people? How do you expect them to differentiate between illusion and reality when you do something like this?””
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“That’s a geometric figure, that bird, he don’t exist without an angle.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“Dortmunder and the Major strolled away down the long corridor overlooking customs, with the duty-free shops on one side of the corridor and on the other side the railing where people can stand and look down at their returning relatives and visiting foreign friends being degraded.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“He announced one of the rules he lived by: “If you can’t do a job with five men, you can’t do it at all.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“You're too cheap. You'd make me nervous to work for you. I'd come to you for a gun, you wouldn't want to give me more than one bullet.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“wish you would.” “Right. When I had the emerald again, I was in a cell. I guess they were afraid the rest of the guys might try to spring me right away, ’cause they hid me out in a precinct on the Upper West Side for the first”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“Four-thirty Monday, at the Golden Door. I’ll reserve the table immediately. Under the name of Grofield,” he said, giving his most recent name.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“That’s shallow,” Dortmunder told him. “You want a shallow grave? That’s for mugs and college girls. Don’t you have any self-respect?”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“Chefwick eased the locomotive to a stop a few yards from the rear of the truck. He was already looking a little sad at the prospect of being returned to normal size, but there was no alternative. His Drink-Me was all used up.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“DORTMUNDER walked into the O. J. Bar and Grill on Amsterdam Avenue at five minutes to ten. Two of the regulars were having a game at the bowling machine, and three more were remembering Irish McCalla and Betty Page at the bar. Behind the bar stood Rollo, tall, meaty, balding, blue-jawed, in a dirty white shirt and dirty white apron.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock

“No specialists,” he said, “except maybe a lockman. But nobody for safes, nothing like that.” “We want five or six?” “Five,” Dortmunder said. He announced one of the rules he lived by: “If you can’t do a job with five men, you can’t do it at all.”
― Donald E. Westlake, The Hot Rock