“Your own emperor bestowed Arrakis on House Atreides. I am House Atreides.” The”

Frank Herbert

“Sad? Nonsense! Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.” He glanced at the charts on the table. “And Arrakis is just another place.”

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

“Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it’s a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.”

Frank Herbert

“Fremenler eskilerin 'spannungsbogen' dediği bir nitelikte kusursuzlaşmıştı... yani arzuladıkları bir şeyi elde etmeye çalışmadan önce sabredebiliyorlardı.”

Frank Herbert

“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.”

Frank Herbert

“Color streamed into a toe of darkness testing the sand.”

Frank Herbert

“We bribe the Guild with a monstrous payment in spice to keep our skies clear of satellites and such that none may spy what we do to the face of Arrakis.”

Frank Herbert

“Do not make the error of considering my son a child,” the Duke said. And he smiled.”

Frank Herbert

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

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

“A duke's son MUST know about poisons. It's the way of our times.”

Frank Herbert

“We have two chief survivors of those ancient schools: the Bene Gesserit and the Spacing Guild. The Guild, so we think, emphasizes almost pure mathematics. Bene Gesserit performs another function.”

Frank Herbert

“the drowning man who climbs on your shoulders to save himself is understandable—except when you see it happen in the drawing room.”

Frank Herbert

“She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.”

Frank Herbert


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