“He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful."
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Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important.”

— Mario Puzo , The Godfather

Source: The Godfather

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American Novelist 1920–1999

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