Mikhail Bulgakov Quotes
Once in 1919, when I was traveling at night by train, I wrote a short story. In the town where the train stopped, I took the story to the publisher of the newspaper who published the story.
This twenty-year-old boy was distinguished from childhood by strange qualities, a dreamer and an eccentric. A girl fell in love with him, and he went and sold her to a brothel.
Everyone listened to this amusing narrative with great interest, and the moment that Behemoth concluded it, they all shouted in unison: 'Lies!
What is all this? Get him out of here, devil take me!” And that one, imagine, smiles and says: “Devil take you? That, in fact, can be done!” And—bang!
You are not Dostoevsky, ' said the woman...'You never can tell...' he answered.'Dostoevsky is dead, ' the woman said, a bit uncertainly.'I protest!' he said with heat, 'Dostoevsky is immortal!
Is that vodka?" Margarita asked weakly.The cat jumped up in his seat with indignation."I beg pardon, my queen, " he rasped, "Would I ever allow myself to offer vodka to a lady? This is pure alcohol!
Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.
Don’t be afraid, Queen, the blood has long run down into the earth. And on the spot where it was spilled, grapevines are growing today.
You were right, " said the Master impressed by the neatness of Korovyov's work, "when you said: no documents, no person. So that means I don't exist since I don't have any documents.
Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly
You spoke your words as though you denied the very existence of the shadows or of evil. Think, now: where would your good be if there were no evil and what would the world look like without shadow?
Happiness is like good health: when you have it, you don’t notice it. But as the years go by, oh, the memories, the memories of happiness past!
Annushka has already bought the sunflower oil, and has not only bought it, but has already spilled it.
Why do smart people exist, if not to figure out convoluted problems?
But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.
I don't have any special talents, just an ordinary desire to live like a human being.
The whole horror of the situation is that he now has a human heart, not a dog's heart. And about the rottenest heart in all creation!
