It's the age-old battle between mind and heart, which seldom want the same thing.

I don't know where I would place myself in the literary landscape. I really just write the book that I would want to read. And I put on the blinders, and I really - it is, for me, that simple.

The Last Supper is supposed to be thirteen men. Who is this woman? "Everyone misses it, our preconceived notions of this scene are so powerful that our mind blocks out the incongruity and overrides our eyes.

Learning the truth has become my life's love.

Force a hand, the voice warned, and it will fight you. But convince a mind to think as you want it to think, and you have an ally.

Nothing is hidden that will not be made known; nothing is secret that will not come to light.

Faith is universal. Our specific methods for understanding it are arbitrary. Some of us pray to Jesus, some of us go to Mecca, some of us study subatomic particles. In the end we are all just searching for truth, that which is greater than ourselves.