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.

Power isn't everything ...its the only thing.

Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.

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.

ِAn offer you can't refuse.

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

Friendship and money: oil and water.