Death is another story. I will never make a joke about death. It is beyond my powers.

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.

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.

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.

A lawyer with his briefcase can steal more than a hundred men with guns.

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