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.

But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the who is loved.

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

Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there's the trick!

Once upon a time there was a lady. She had no children, and no happiness either. And at first she cried for a long time, but then she became wicked.

the hope that there she would manage to regain her happiness made her fearless

Cowardice is the most terrible of vices.