"We speak different languages, as usual," responded Woland, "but this does not change the things we speak about. Well?..."

Literature has become my life.

There's only one degree of freshness — the first, which makes it also the last

A dog's spirit dies hard.

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.

he was coming to understand he could not come to rectify anything in his life, only forget.

The darkness that had come in from the Mediterranean covered the city so detested by the procurator.