She cried for the life she could not control. She cried for the mentor who had died before her eyes. She cried for the profound loneliness that filled her heart. But, above all, she cried for the future ... which suddenly felt so uncertain.

The power of human thought grows exponentially with the number of minds that share that thought.

I will not write a lame follow-up. It could take me 20 years. But I will never turn in a book that I'm not happy with.

Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.

Don't tell anyone, but on the pagan day of the sun god Ra, I kneel at the foot of an ancient instrument of torture and consume ritualistic symbols of blood and flesh. ...And if any of you care to join me, come to the Harvard chapel on Sunday, kneel beneath the crucifix, and take Holy Communion.

Don't spend...but mend yourself.

…In the end we are all just searching for truth, that which is greater than ourselves.