Robdan Browndon's jaw, for the second time in this book (it is the first twenty or so pages) is on the floor. Is the secret of this novel that Dan Brown is Angel, Demon, Both? Time will tell, and it will tell it funny.

Robert Langdon is like, the smartest dude around, so when the super important futuristic jet is going to take him in an hour to Geneva, he nods and says "Yes. New York." "No," the pilot tells him, "Switzerland."

In my first reading sessions, I've already learned that Robert Langdon lives in a cool-ass house, drives a cool-ass car (but is he as cool as Dan Brown? Yes? Yes!). I mean, his college students love him and call him "The Dolphin." Not for horrible reasons, but because he swims all the damn time.

It’s always Visigoths, and never Ostrogoths. The Ostrogoths are the Visigoths of Goths.