Russian-Soviet writer (1891-1940)
A dog is a special being. The one who lacks a dog has nothing to give his love to.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
Heart of a Dog
The hope that she might regain her happiness made her fearless.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
The Master and Margarita
Our newspapers are blowing events up in every possible way, although who knows, maybe the world really is splitting into two parts -- Communism and Fascism.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
diary, 30 September 1923
A man should be a mystery to his fellow man, and not because he wants to be, but because he can't be anything else.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
Zoyka's Apartment
Everything will turn out right, the world is built on that.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
The Master and Margarita
If I discount the real and imaginary fears in my life, then I must admit that there is only one major flaw in my life at the moment -- the lack of an apartment.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
diary, 30 September 1923
I can't get through a single day without that damned pigswill -- beer.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
diary, 18 September 1923
To live without hope is to cease to live.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
The Days of the Turbins
As before, life is chaotic, rushed and nightmarish.
MIKHAIL BULGAKOV
diary, 25 July 1923