Manuscripts Don't Burn.

The Darkness That Had Come In From The Mediterranean Covered The City So Detested By The Procurator.

Literature Has Become My Life.

"we Speak Different Languages, As Usual," Responded Woland, "but This Does Not Change The Things We Speak About. Well?..."

No Documents, No Person.

Allow Me To Inquire How Man Can Control His Own Affairs When He Is Not Only Incapable Of Compiling A Plan For Some Laughably Short Term Such As, Say, A Thousand Years, But Cannot Even Predict What Will Happen To Him Tomorrow?