I Write Slowly. I Actually Write Quickly,

Please Accept This Humble Fax. My Love For You Is Without Wax.

This Prophecy Of A Coming Enlightenment Is Echoed In Virtually Every Faith And Philosophical Tradition On Earth. Hindus Call It The Krita Age, Astrologers Call It The Age Of Aquarius, The Jews Describe The Coming Of The Messiah, Theosophists Call It The New Age, Cosmologists Call It Harmonic Convergence And Predict The Actual Date Of December 21, 2012.

I Still Get Up Every Morning At 4 A.m. I Write Seven Days A Week, Including Christmas. And I Still Face A Blank Page Every Morning, And My Characters Don't Really Care How Many Books I've Sold.

It Seemed There Was Always A Close Correlation Between True Believers And High Body Counts.

Mr. Langdon, I Did Not Ask If You Believe What Man Says About God. I Asked If You Believed In God. There Is A Difference. Holy Scripture Is Stories...legends And History Of Man's Quest To Understand His Own Need For Meaning. I Am Not Asking You To Pass Judgment On Literature. I Am Asking If You Believe In God. When You Lie Out Under The Stars, Do You Sense The Divine? Do You Feel In Your Gut That You Are Staring Up At The Work Of God's Hands?