You lived like a fool and you have come to a fool’s end.
This country has been good to me.
There are things that have to be done and you do them and you never talk about them. You don't try to justify them. They can't be justified. You just do them. Then you forget it.
Jack Woltz: Now you listen to me, you smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch, let me lay it on the line for you and your boss, whoever he is! Johnny Fontane will never get that movie! I don't care how many dag...
I’ll tell you one thing you didn’t learn from him: talking the way you’re talking now. There are things that have to be done and you do them and you never talk about them. You don’t try to justify the...
I don't trust society to protect us, I have no intention of placing my fate in the hands of men whose only qualification is that they managed to con a block of people to vote for them.
He made no empty promises, nor the craven excuse that his hands were tied by more powerful forces in the world than himself.
Don Corleone did this by putting a pistol to the forehead of the band leader and assuring him with the utmost seriousness that either his signature or his brains would rest on that document in exactly...
And so on that bright morning, the smoky Sicilian sun making them sweat, the six Mafia chiefs rode their horses up and down along the wall surrounding Prince Ollorto’s estate. The assembled peasants,...
Not to be rich, but to have money; to have money like a wall to put your back to, and then face the world.
What we think of as our sensitivity is only the higher evolution of terror in a poor dumb beast. We suffer for nothing. Our own death wish is our only real tragedy.
В любой момент времени ни один мужчина не имеет права ревновать больше чем одну женщину… если только он не пуэрториканец
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 countr...
Why couldn’t he get a straight answer from any of them? Because this was Sicily, he thought. Sicilians had a horror of truth.
The story you are holding was first published in 1969, which was, as you may know, a very interesting year.
The fabulous land where there was justice for the poor, where the government was not the lackey of the rich, where the penniless Sicilians rose to riches simply by good honest labor.
Neri was content, satisfied that he lived in a world that properly rewarded a man who did his duty.
Many young men started down a false path to their true destiny. Time and fortune usually set them aright.
But above all with a patriarchal love for his followers. Virtue was rewarded. Injuries avenged. A livelihood guaranteed.
Bija prieks atkal pievērsties rakstīšanai ar galvu, kas skaidra no kokaīna un patiesas mīlestības.