Book: The godfather

... society at every step gets you insults and have to endure, consoling consciousness that, if keep on the alert, the time always comes when the little man can strike back at which side of the force.

People love to say "no" is not - at least often. That's the whole secret. When all I have to, but your "no" should sound like "Yes." Or get that they told you to do it "no." And do not regret the time and effort.

Such a nice lady and good legs and mind did not come out.

Reasonable people will always be able to find a way out of a business difficulty.

Within the walls of his apartment, alone, she cried - wailed, slowly and hysterically, animal. Almost three weeks Sonny to her didn't show up, and she lived on sleeping pills, and the day saw, drowning out my anguish. The pain is felt physically - her entire break. When he finally came, she held him by the hands, afraid to let go even for a moment.

Nothing contributes to the taming of the passions and the triumph of pure reason, as the atmosphere of money.

Don Corleone, still not fully aware of what happened to him the previous day, still drugged fierce pain, with an approving smile moved her lips as if to say the younger son - only power is not enough to say it out loud:
"Uh, what am I afraid of? I've been wanting to kill - the first time I tried, when I was twelve..."

Tell them that she met a gallant fellow, an Italian by birth, - not so bad yourself. With glitter is a student at Dartmouth University. Has the cross "For military merit" plus the medal "Purple heart". Honest. Hard-working. That's just dad he is the leader of the mafia kills bad people, sometimes gives a bribe to a high rank, and sometimes his occupation, is also a no-no and holes with bullets. That, however, in no way affects his honest and hard-working son. As well, remember?

Gathering the remnants will don again opened my eyes to see my son. From a cardiac spasm, his tanned, swarthy face was covered with a bluish film. The last don was feeling the magic breeze that filled your lungs with the fresh smells of the garden he cultivated, and the sun gently touched his face. "Wonderful thing life is," whispered Vito Corleone barely audible. With these words on his lips he's at peace, not marred by neither the tears of women nor the medical attempts to prolong the pain and hardships of the end. The wife's not back from Church and the "ambulance" is not ripe when it was all over. He walked away, surrounded by his male guard, holding the hand of her son, who inherited his power. Son, whom he loved more than anything.

But somehow in the ill-fated night when all good people are asleep, someone knocked on the door to Filomena. she wasn't scared a bit, because I'm used to night invitations: kids love to be in God's light, when it's quiet.

Every business measure in relation to someone- a personal attack. Every piece of shit that man has to swallow every day, there is an attack against him personally. It's called - in the interests of business. So be it. But still - a purely personal attack. And do you know what I learned? From don. From his father. From The Cross. He, if another lightning strike - is regarded as a personal attack. When I left the Marines, he felt that it hurts him personally. What is the reason of his greatness. Why he is the great don. He sees as his own business. As the Lord God. Without his permission a Sparrow feather falls out, and he had to see where it fell. Am I right? And wanna know something else? Those who see the accident as a personal insult, accidents do not occur.

For anybody not a secret that these guys have the skills of karate, a fact can only pozabavit, but not to disturb those present: with the same success dons from California would wear to this meeting amulets consecrated by the Pope.

- Never, Santino, don't let anyone except your family members know what you think. Never let them know what you have under your fingernails.

Don Corleone persuaded Les gally a good enough reason to put to his forehead a gun and with the utmost seriousness has promised that it will take a minute, and on paper would be either the signature of Mr. gully, or his brains.