“A man's flesh is his own; the water belongs to the tribe.”

Frank Herbert

“Who asks for justice? We make our own justice.”

Frank Herbert

“This is likely one of the roots of Fremen emphasis on superstition (disregarding the Missionaria Protectiva’s ministrations). What matter that whistling sands are an omen? What matter that you must make the sign of the fist when first you see First Moon? A man’s flesh is his own and his water belongs to the tribe—and the mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve but a reality to experience. Omens help you remember this. And because you are here, because you have the religion, victory cannot evade you in the end.”

Frank Herbert

“Can you remember your first taste of spice?” “It tasted like cinnamon.”

Frank Herbert

“All men beneath your position covet your station,”

Frank Herbert

“Piter spoke to Jessica. "I'd thought of binding you by a threat held over your son, but I begin to see that would not have worked. I let emotion cloud reason. Bad policy for a Mentat.”

Frank Herbert

“My father once told me that respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. ‘Something”

Frank Herbert

“She didn’t like the fact that people of both sietch and graben referred to Muad’Dib as Him.”

Frank Herbert

“There was pain in him - like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.”

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

“THE DUKE Leto Atreides leaned against a parapet of the landing control tower outside Arrakeen. The night’s first moon, an oblate silver coin, hung well above the southern horizon. Beneath it, the jagged cliffs of the Shield Wall shone like parched icing through a dust haze. To his left, the lights of Arrakeen glowed in the haze—yellow . . . white . . . blue.”

Frank Herbert

“Fate was sometimes inscrutable.”

Frank Herbert

“She asked me to tell her what it is to rule,” Paul said. “And I said that one commands. And she said I had some unlearning to do.” She hit a mark there right enough, Hawat thought. He nodded for Paul to continue. “She said a ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel. She said he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men.”

Frank Herbert

“I guess I’m not in the mood for it today,” Paul said. “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

“They compose poems to their knives.”

Frank Herbert


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