Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

Is That Vodka?" Margarita Asked Weakly. The Cat Jumped Up In His Seat With Indignation. "i Beg Pardon, My Queen," He Rasped, "would I Ever Allow Myself To Offer Vodka To A Lady? This Is Pure Alcohol!

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!

The Tongue May Hide The Truth But The Eyes—never!

In The First Few Seconds An Aching Sadness Wrenched His Heart, But It Soon Gave Way To A Feeling Of Sweet Disquiet, The Excitement Of Gypsy Wanderlust

Don't Be Afraid, Queen ... Don't Be Afraid, Queen, The Blood Has Long Since Gone Into The Earth. And Where It Was Spilled, Grapevines Are Already Growing.