“Do as she says, you wormfaced, crawling, sand-brained piece of lizard turd!”

Frank Herbert

“I see us giving love to each other in a time of quiet between storms. It's what we were meant to do.”

Frank Herbert

“The tribal commander must lose no face among those who should obey him. Paul”

Frank Herbert

“It's easier to be terrified by an enemy you admire.”

Frank Herbert

“the most persistent principles of the universe were accident and error

Frank Herbert

“How would you like to live billions upon billions of lives?” Paul asked. “There’s a fabric of legends for you! Think of all those experiences, the wisdom they’d bring. But wisdom tempers love, doesn’t it? And it puts a new shape on hate.

Frank Herbert

“Surely not a palm lock, she told herself. A palm lock must be keyed to one individual’s hand shape and palm lines. But it looked like a palm lock. And there were ways to open any palm lock—as she had learned at school.”

Frank Herbert

“They’ve also sent some incidental things—jewelry for the Lady Jessica, spice liquor, candy, medicinals. My men are processing the lot right now.”

Frank Herbert

“Mood?” Halleck’s voice betrayed his outrage even through the shield’s filtering. “What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood’s a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It’s not for fighting.”

Frank Herbert

“Jessica, hearing the voices, felt the depth of the experience, realized what terrible inhibitions there must be against shedding tears. She focused on the words: “He gives moisture to the dead.” It was a gift to the shadow world—tears. They would be sacred beyond a doubt.”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“How do we approach the study of Muad’Dib’s father? A man of surpassing warmth and surprising coldness was the Duke Leto Atreides. Yet, many facts open the way to this Duke: his abiding love for his Bene Gesserit lady; the dreams he held for his son; the devotion with which men served him. You see him there—a man snared by Destiny, a lonely figure with his light dimmed behind the glory of his son. Still, one must ask: What is the son but an extension of the father?”

Frank Herbert

“We pray to a moon: she is round— Luck with us will then abound, What we seek for shall be found In the land of solid ground.”

Frank Herbert

“There is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors.”

Frank Herbert

“you can’t buy security”

Frank Herbert


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