I write seven days a week, starting at 4 o'clock in the morning, including Christmas.

Who will guard the guards ? If we're the guards of society, then who will watch us and make sure that we're not dangerous?

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.

the strange ideas we derive today will one day be our celebrated truths

At this gathering [Council of Niceau in 324 AD] many aspects of Christianity were debated and voted upon ― the date of Easter, the role of the bishops, the administration of sacraments, and, of course, the divinity of Jesus... until that moment in history, Jesus was viewed by His followers as a mortal prophet... a great and powerful man, but a man nonetheless. A mortal.

As strange as this may sound, I very seldom read fiction. Because my novels require so much research, almost everything I read is non - fiction - histories, biographies, translations of ancient texts.

Langdon turned to Sophie. "Who is that? What... happened?" Teabing hobbled over. "You were rescued by a knight brandishing an Excalibur made by Acme Orthopedic.