“wormfaced, crawling, sand-brained piece of lizard turd!”

Frank Herbert

“Religion must remain an outlet for people who say to themselves, 'I am not the kind of person I want to be.' It must never sink into an assemblage of the self-satisfied.”

Frank Herbert

“Pain,” she sniffed. “A human can override any nerve in the body.”

Frank Herbert

“She had quoted a Bene Gesserit proverb to him: “When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movement becomes headlong—faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thought of obstacles and forget that a precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it’s too late.” Paul”

Frank Herbert

“Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.”

Frank Herbert

“We are the people of Misr,” the old woman rasped. “Since our Sunni ancestors fled from Nilotic al-Ourouba, we have known flight and death. The young go on that our people shall not die.”

Frank Herbert

“The Duke said: “Paul, I’m doing a hateful thing, but I must.” He stood beside the portable poison snooper that had been brought into the conference room for their breakfast. The thing’s sensor arms hung limply over the table, reminding Paul of some weird insect newly dead. The Duke’s”

Frank Herbert

“they’d chosen always the clear, safe course that leads ever downward into stagnation.”

Frank Herbert

“You have a nicety of awareness of the difference between a blade's edge and its tip.”

Frank Herbert

“Law is the ultimate science.”

Frank Herbert

“I'm the well-trained fruit tree. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me”

Frank Herbert

“Grief is the price of victory,”

Frank Herbert

“And he thought: I’m a seed

Frank Herbert

“Are you already training my replacement? Piter demanded.  "Replace you? Why, Piter, where could I find another Mentat with your cunning and venom?" "The same place you found me, Baron." "Perhaps I should at that," the Baron mused. "You do seem a bit unstable lately. And the spice you eat!" "Are my pleasures too expensive, Baron? Do you object to them?" "My dear Piter, your pleasures are what tie you to me. How could I object to that?”

Frank Herbert

“Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free.”

Frank Herbert


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