Top 85 Quotes & Sayings by Mario Puzo - Page 2

God seemed to be having a hard time killing him, and he'd be damned if he was going to make the job easy for mere mortals

And in that fraction of a second before anything actually happened, Santino Corleone knew he was a dead man.

All gamblers are paranoid, though they call it superstition.

It was not perhaps the warmest friendship in the world, they would not send each other Christmas gift greetings, but they would not murder each other.

?"But you're the toughest son of a b!&€# i've ever seen.You never let anybody get near you.You never let anybody know what you really think.

The fact of the matter is that I wanted to hold a grudge in some funny kind of way.Against everybody.

Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.

Some honorable men spend their whole life preparing for a supreme act of treachery

Tell my father I wish to be his son.

Life is like a box of Hand grenades,You never know what will blow you to kingdom come

Any man can turn traitor.

Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.

I'll make him an offer he can't refuse.

It was a lie but he believed in telling lies to people. Truth telling and medicine just didn't go together except in dire emergencies, if then.

Yet, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important. If i can believe in myself that much, nothing else matters.

Fredo, you're my older brother and I love you. But don't ever take sides against the Family again. Ever.

?An offer you can't refuse.

Every family has bad memories.

The other Dons in the room applauded and rose to shake hands with everybody in sight and to congratulate Don Corleone and Don Tattaglia on their new friendship. It was not perhaps the warmest friendship in the world, they would not send each other Christmas gift greetings, but they would not murder each other. That was friendship enough in this world, all that was needed.

Michael: Barzini will set me up through somebody close... that, supposedly, I won't suspect. Hagen: Somebody like me. Michael: You're Irish, they won't trust you. Hagen: I'm German-American. Michael: To them that's Irish.

She emptied her mind of all thought of herself, of her children, of all anger, of all rebellion, of all questions. Then with a profound and deeply willed desire to believe, to be heard, as she had done every day since the murder of Carlo Rizzi, she said the necessary prayers for the soul of Michael Corleone.

I will make you an offer you cannot refuse

You can't hide the thunderbolt. When it hits you, everybody can see it. Christ, man, don't be ashamed of it, some men pray for the thunderbolt. You're a very lucky fellow. - Calo

Michael could never remember his father ever having uttered a word about death, as if the Don respected death too much to philosophize about it.

No, that's not possible," Michael said. "Killed, yes; jail, no.