Quotes from “The Master and Margarita”by Mikhail Bulgakov
“manuscripts don’t burn”
“Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that.”
“But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn’t exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows
Disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings. Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because of your fantasy of enjoying naked light? You’re stupid.”
“You should never ask anyone for anything. Never – and especially from those who are more powerful than yourself.”
“Follow me, reader! Who told you that there is no true, faithful, eternal love in this world! May the liar’s vile tongue be cut out! Follow me, my reader, and me alone, and I will
show you such a love!”
“just like a murderer jumps of nowhere in an ally, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once”
“Not causing trouble, not touching anything, fixing the primus.”
“Love leaped out in front of us like a murderer in an alley leaping out of nowhere, and struck us both at once. As lightning strikes, as a Finnish knife strikes! She, by the way, insisted afterwards that it wasn’t so, that we had, of course, loved each other for a long, long time, without knowing each other, never having seen each other… “
“Why try to pursue what is completed?”
“If it is true that cowardice is the most grave vice, then the dog, at least, is not guilty of it.”
“What would your good be doing if there were no evil, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it?”
“I shall sit down,’ replied the cat, sitting down, ‘but I shall enter an objection with regard to your last. My speeches in no way resemble verbal muck, as you have been pleased to put it in the presence of a lady, but rather a sequence of tightly packed syllogisms, the merit of which would be appreciated by such connoisseurs as Sextus Empiricus, Martianus Capella, and, for all I know, Aristotle himself.’
Your king is in check,’ said Woland.
Very well, very well,’ responded the cat, and he began studying the chessboard through his opera glasses.
And so, donna,’ Woland addressed Margarita, ‘I present to you my retinue. This one who is playing the fool is the cat Behemoth…”
“And at midnight there came an apparition in hell. A handsome dark-eyed man with a dagger-like beard, in a tailcoat, stepped onto the veranda and cast a regal glance over his domain. They used to say, the mystics used to say, that there was a time when the handsome man wore not a tailcoat but a wide leather belt with pistol butts sticking out from it, and his raven hair was tied with scarlet silk, and under his command a brig sailed the Caribbean under a black death flag with a skull and crossbones.
But no, no! The seductive mystics are lying, there are no Caribbean Seas in the world, no desperate freebooters to sail them, no corvette chases after them, no cannon smoke drifts across the waves. There is nothing, and there was nothing! There is that sickly linden over there, there is the cast-iron fence, and the boulevard beyond it…And the ice is melting in the bowl, and at the next table you see someone’s bloodshot, bovine eyes, and you’re afraid, afraid…Oh, gods, my gods, poison, bring me poison!…”
“You were right,” said the Master impressed by the neatness of Korovyov’s work, “when you said: no documents, no person.