Quotes from Mikhail Bulgakov

I challenge you to a duel!" screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.

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

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.

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

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.

A dog's spirit dies hard.

I don't have any special talents, just an ordinary desire to live like a human being.

I suppose that in no educational institution can one become an educated person.

Clever people have been pointing out for a long time that happiness is like good health: when it's there, you don't notice it. But when the years have passed, how you do remember happiness, oh, how you do remember it!

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...

Not fooling around, not bothering nobody, just sitting here mending the Primus, said the cat with a hostile frown, and, moreover, I consider it my duty to warn you that the cat is an ancient, inviolable animal.

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

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.

You pronounced your words as if you don't acknowledge the shadows, or the evil either. Would you be so kind as to give a little thought to the question of what your good would be doing if evil did not exist, and how the earth would look if the shadows were to disappear from it?

They were arguing about something very complex and important, and neither of them could refute the other. They did not agree with each other in anything, and that made their argument especially interesting and endless.

Remove the document—and you remove the man.

In order to be in control, you have to have a definite plan for at least a reasonable period of time. So how, may I ask, can man be in control if he can't even draw up a plan for a ridiculously short period of time, say, a thousand years, and is, moreover, unable to ensure his own safety for even the next day?

Once more and for the last time, the moon flashed above and broke into pieces, and then everything went black.

She had a passion for anyone who did something top-notch.

She had a passion for all people who did anything to perfection.

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

She was carrying these revolting, disturbing yellow flowers. God knows what they're called, but for some reason they're the first to appear in Moscow. And these flowers stood out very distinctly from her black spring coat. She was carrying yellow flowers!

Why do smart people exist, if not to figure out convoluted problems?

Eyes mean a lot. Like a barometer. They tell you everything-they tell you who has a heart of stone, who would poke the toe of his boot in your ribs as soon as look at you-and who's afraid of you. The cowards – they're the ones whose ankles I like to snap at. If they're scared, I go for them. Serve them right..grrr..bow-wow…" Chapter 1