I hereby certify that the bearer of this note, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the night in question at Satan's ball, having been lured there in a transportational capacity... Hella, put in parentheses! And write 'hog.' Signed- Behemoth.

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.

There is no greater misfortune in the world than the loss of reason.

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.

Remove the document—and you remove the man.

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

What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?