“Le véritable bonheur, c'était cela. La possibilité de s'arrêter, ne serait-ce que pour un moment.”

Frank Herbert

“Paul stepped past her, lifting his binoculars. He adjusted their internal pressure with a quick twist, focused the oil lenses on the other cliff, lifting golden tan in morning light across open sand. Jessica”

Frank Herbert

“They compose poems to their knives.”

Frank Herbert

“Power and fear," he said. "The tools of statecraft.”

Frank Herbert

“Life improves the closed system's capacity to sustain life. Life - all life - is in the service of life. Necessary nutrients are made available to life by life in greater and greater richness as the diversity of life increases. The entire landscape comes alive, filled with relationships and relationships within relationships.”

Frank Herbert

“I am a leg of the death tripod that will destroy our foes.”

Frank Herbert

“What do you despise? By this are you truly known.”

Frank Herbert

“What senses do we lack that we cannot see or hear another world all around us?”

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

“I never could bring myself to trust a traitor,” the Baron said. “Not even a traitor I created.”

Frank Herbert

“He aspires to rule my Barony, yet he cannot rule himself.”

Frank Herbert

“The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows - a wall against the wind.”

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

“Paul sat silently in the darkness, a single stark thought dominating his awareness: My mother is my enemy. She does not know it, but she is. She is bringing the jihad. She bore me; she trained me. She is my enemy.”

Frank Herbert

“The eye that looks ahead to the safe course is closed forever.”

Frank Herbert


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