The Master and Margarita

Manuscripts don't burn. Neither do the people who keep writing them.

The devil arrives in Moscow and the only honest man is a cat. Checks out.

Pilate's migraine never cured. Two thousand years of not returning calls.

The Variety Theater's black magic show, Moscow lost its hats and its minds in one evening.

Margarita flew on a broom, wrecked an apartment, and called it housekeeping. My kind of heroine.

Behemoth's chess game and drink order. Every great book deserves a fat cat with a pistol.

Woland's ball of a hundred dead, hospitality, underworld edition.

Cowardice is the worst vice. Pilate's whole biography in two words.

They burned the manuscript and the fourth dimension kept a copy.

Written in secret, published thirty years late. Bureaucracy can't even kill a novel properly.