Book: The master and Margarita. Page 11

Why to chase in the footsteps of what is already long over?

Believe it! These eyes don't lie. How many times have I told you that your main mistake is that you underestimate the significance of the human eye. Understand that language can hide the truth but the eyes -- never! You are asked a sudden question, you don't even flinch, in one second you master yourself and know what you have to say to hide the truth, and quite convincingly say, and no crease on your face did not move, but, alas, disturbed by the question of truth from the bottom of the soul for a moment jumping into the eyes, and it's all over. She is noticed, and you are caught!

One of the things I said - he told the prisoner, - that all authority is violence over people and that the time will come when there will be no power nor Caesars, nor any other power. People go into the Kingdom of truth and justice, even need no power.

The truth is chiefly that your head hurts, and it hurts so much that you are having cowardly thoughts about death.

Love jumped out in front of us like out of the ground POPs a killer in the alley, and struck us both!
As lightning strikes, as a Finnish knife strikes!

People without a surprise inside, in his crate, uninteresting.

Good moments should be able to catch and use them.

Difficult people these woman!

There is no document, nothing.

... cowardice is undoubtedly one of the worst vices. No, philosopher, I'll mind. This is the worst Vice.

- I really like a hallucination. Note my profile in the moonlight, the cat climbed into the lunar pole and wanted to say something, but he asked for silence, and he answered: - Well, well, willing to remain silent. I'll be a silent hallucination - fell silent.

... The darkness came from the Mediterranean sea covered hated by the Procurator of the city. Disappeared the hanging bridges connecting the temple with the terrible the Antoniev tower, fell from the sky, the abyss and flooded the winged gods over the Hippodrome, the Hasmonean Palace with its loopholes, the bazaars, caravanserais, lanes, pools... Lost Yershalaim - the great city, like he didn't existed...

Follow me, reader! Who told you that there is no real, true, eternal love? Cut out his lying tongue!
For me, my reader, and only me, and I'll show you that love!

Gods, my gods! What should have been this woman?! What had this woman in the eyes which always burned some strange light that had this squinting slightly in one eye witch, decorate yourself, then, in the spring of Mimosas? I do not know. I do not know.