We are the masters of our own universe.

Secrets interest us all, I think.

In which year did a Harvard sculler last outrow an Oxford man at Henley?" Langdon had no idea, but he could imagine only one reason the question had been asked. "Surely such a travesty has never occurred.

I write slowly. I actually write quickly, but I throw out so much material.

Death is usually an all-or-nothing thing!

These books can't possibly compete with centuries of established history, especially when that history is endorsed by the ultimate bestseller of all time." Faukman's eyes went wide. "Don't tell me Harry Potter is actually about the Holy Grail." "I was referring to the Bible." Faukman cringed. "I knew that.

This life is what I always wanted. I had a vision of our happiness.