The cat, covered in dust and standing on its hind legs, bowed to Margarita. Round its neck it was now wearing a made-up white bow tie on an elastic band, with a pair of ladies’ mother-of-pearl binoculars hanging on a cord. It had also gilded its whiskers.

Allow me to inquire how man can control his own affairs when he is not only incapable of compiling a plan for some laughably short term such as, say, a thousand years, but cannot even predict what will happen to him tomorrow?

Manuscripts do not burn.

I wouldn’t like to meet you when you’ve got a revolver,” said Margarita with a coquettish look at Azazello. She had a passion for people who did things well.

If it is true that cowardice is the most grave vice, then the dog, at least, is not guilty of it.

Azazello begged her not to worry, assuring her that he had seen not only naked women but also women with their skin flayed clean off

Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that.