“He saw blurry white forms. Why they all are wearing white? Langdon decided he was either in an asylum or heaven. From the burning in his throat, Langdon decided it could not be heaven.”

“Langdon knew she was right and reluctantly made his way around the balcony, hugging the wall as he went.”

“Widespread acceptance of an idea is not proof if its validity. -Robert Langdon”

“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.”

“Coincidence was a concept he did not entirely trust. As someone who had spent his life exploring the hidden interconnectivity of disparate emblems and ideologies, Langdon viewed the world as a web of profoundly intertwined histories and events. The connections may be invisible, he often preached to his symbology classes at Harvard, but they are always there, buried just beneath the surface.”

“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.”

“Langdon whispered to Vittoria. 'Ever fire anything other than a tranquilizer gun?''Don't you trust me?''Trust you? I barely know you.'Vittoria frowned. 'And here I thought we were newly-weds.”