Mario Puzo Quotes

War makes thieves and peace hangs them.

I should still be in jail.

If you want to act like a butthead, your butt is going to get locked up.

If you seek violence, we will seek to put you in jail.

… murderer and peasant slayer

The first thing a principle does is kill somebody.

You kill -- You die." That was probably the most naive thing I've ever said. The fact is -- in most cases, NOW, the way things are -- you kill -- you LIVE.

Eunice Parchman killed the Coverdale family because she could not read or write.

One of my younger homies, he went to jail, and some people came to me and were like, "Bail him out," and I said no. Why would I bail him out? He's going to prison. Let him sit and get some time served. You want to be crazy, but you don't want to go to jail. You want to shoot people, but you don't want to kill people. That's such a misleading thing.

Here's a little tip for you. If you don't like being called a murderer, don't kill people.

I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for.

Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail.

So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.

Capital punishment is the most premeditated of murders.

To my mind, to kill in war is not a whit better than to commit ordinary murder.

Still, it doesn't do to murder people, no matter how offensive they may be.

But – Michael, you said you didn’t know Oliver, and–” “I didn’t, until he killed me. We were never formally introduced.

If he betrays you, I will finish what I started with his fingers," he said, and I shivered. "Tell him that.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

When the phone rang, Parker was in the garage, killing a man.

Liadan," he said, staring intently at the ground. "Yes," I whispered. "Don't wed that man Eamonn. Tell him, if he takes you, he's a dead." --Bran

There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder.

Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he will always see that word: murder—immortally inscribed upon the pediment of that vast slaughterhouse—humanity.

Let's say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said ax to behead a man. Don't worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you're the one who shot him.

Maybe he murdered Myrtle; that would’ve done everyone a favor. . . .