He hadn't done anything. He hadn't needed to. Just being there was enough.

He died fighting for what he believed in.

You don't need to be able to string a sentence together in a way that is elegant or even vaguely meaningful to produce a bestseller - as Dan Brown has demonstrated time and again.

…my life has been a remarkable one. Maybe one day someone will write a book about me . . .” "I’ve never much cared for horror stories.

You must do what you want.

He had tattooed all of the names of the men he had killed on his body...unfortunately he had run out of room.

Some things can't be changed. They'll always happen the way they were supposed to.