American Screenwriter and Author of The Godfather
Mario Puzo, fully Mario Gianluigi Puzo
American Screenwriter and Author of The Godfather
There was no greater natural advantage in life than having an enemy overestimate your faults, unless it was to have a friend underestimate your virtues.
You cannot say 'no' to the people you love, not often. That's the secret. And then when you do, it has to sound like a 'yes'. Or you have to make them say 'no.' You have to take time and trouble.
Santino, come here. What's the matter with you? I think your brain is going soft with all that comedy you are playing with that young girl. Never tell anyone outside the Family what you're thinking again. Go on.
They made it personal when they shot Pop. It is not business, it's personal.
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.
Santino, never let anyone outside the family know what you are thinking. Never let them know what you have under your fingernails. I think your brain is going soft from all that comedy you play with that young girl. Stop it and pay attention to business. Now get out of my sight.
Time erodes gratitude more quickly than it does beauty.
You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your son back to you or my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. But I have selfish reasons. My youngest son was forced to leave this country because of this Sollozzo business. All right, now I have to make arrangements to bring him back here safely cleared of all these false charges. But I'm a superstitious man and if some unlucky accident should befall him, if he should get shot in the head by a police officer, or if should hang himself in his jail cell, or if he's struck by a bolt of lightning, then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room, and that I do not forgive. But, that aside, let me say that I swear, on the souls of my grandchildren, that I will not be the one to break the peace we have made here today.
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.
Tom, don't let anybody kid you. It's all personal, every bit of business. Every piece of shit every man has to eat every day of his life is personal. They call it business. OK. But it's personal as hell. You know where I learned that from? The Don. My old man. The Godfather. If a bolt of lightning hit a friend of his the old man would take it personal. He took my going into the Marines personal. That's what makes him great. The Great Don. He takes everything personal Like God. He knows every feather that falls from the tail of a sparrow or however the hell it goes? Right? And you know something? Accidents don't happen to people who take accidents as a personal insult.
Show me a gambler and I?ll show you a loser.
Wasn't it true that sometimes the greatest misfortunes brought un-forseen rewards? -Don Corleone
Some honorable men spend their whole life preparing for a supreme act of treachery
We are a family, and the loyalty of the family must come before anything and everyone else. For if we honor that commitment, we will never be vanquished ? but if we falter in that loyalty we will all be condemned.
Take the gun. Leave the cannoli.
We are all honorable men here. We do not have to give each other assurances as if we were lawyers.
Tell my father I wish to be his son.
We don't know if capital punishment is a deterrent, but we know that men we execute will not murder again.
Behind every successful fortune, there is Crime.
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
I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse.
Listen to me. I will tell you the truth about a man's life. I will tell you the truth about his love for women.
But let me say this. I am a superstitious man, a ridiculous failing but I must confess it here. And so if some unlucky accident should befall my youngest son, if some police officer should accidentally shoot him, if he should hang himself while in his jail cell, if new witnesses appear to testify to his guilt, my superstition will make me feel that it was the result of the ill will still borne me by some people here. Let me go further. If my son is struck by a bolt of lightning I will blame some of the people here. If his plane show fall into the sea or his ship sink beneath the waves of the ocean, if he should catch a mortal fever, if his automobile should be struck by a train, such is my superstition that I would blame the ill will felt by people here. Gentlemen, that ill will, that bad luck, I could never forgive. But aside from that let me swear by the souls of my grandchildren that I will never break the peace we have made. After all, are we or are we not better men than those pezzonovanti who have killed countless millions of men in our lifetimes?
Great men are not born great, they grow great.
In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns.