Not Causing Trouble, Not Touching Anything, Fixing

Actually, I Do Happen To Resemble A Hallucination. Kindly Note My Silhouette In The Moonlight." The Cat Climbed Into The Shaft Of Moonlight And Wanted To Keep Talking But Was Asked To Be Quiet. "very Well, I Shall Be Silent," He Replied, "i Shall Be A Silent Hallucination.

I Had The Pleasure Of Meeting That Young Man At The Patriarch's Ponds. He Almost Drove Me Mad Myself, Proving To Me That I Don't Exist. But You Do Believe That It Is Really I?

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

The Tongue Can Conceal The Truth, But The Eyes Never! You're Asked An Unexpected Question, You Don't Even Flinch, It Takes Just A Second To Get Yourself Under Control, You Know Just What You Have To Say To Hide The Truth, And You Speak Very Convincingly, And Nothing In Your Face Twitches To Give You Away. But The Truth, Alas, Has Been Disturbed By The Question, And It Rises Up From The Depths Of Your Soul To Flicker In Your Eyes And All Is Lost.

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?