“He’s awake and listening to us,” said the old woman. “Sly little rascal.” She chuckled. “But royalty has need of slyness. And if he’s really the Kwisatz Haderach…well….”

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

“A plan depends as much upon execution as it does upon concept.”

Frank Herbert

“Grief is the price of victory,”

Frank Herbert

“If you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken.”

Frank Herbert

“It doesn't follow that the riots mean permanent hostility toward him.”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“Axiom: the best place to conserve your water is in your body. It keeps your energy up. You’re stronger. Trust your stillsuit.”

Frank Herbert

“I observed you in pain, lad. Pain’s merely the axis of the test. Your mother’s told you about our ways of observing. I see the signs of her teaching in you. Our test is crisis and observation.”

Frank Herbert

“They compose poems to their knives.”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“This Duke was concerned more over the men than he was over the spice. He risked his own life and that of his son to save the men. He passed off the loss of a spice crawler with a gesture. The threat to men’s lives had him in a rage. A leader such as that would command fanatic loyalty. He would be difficult to defeat. Against his own will and all previous judgments, Kynes admitted to himself: I like this Duke.”

Frank Herbert

“Highly organized research is guaranteed to produce nothing new.”

Frank Herbert

“Can you remember your first taste of spice?” “It tasted like cinnamon.” “But never twice the same,” he said. “It’s like life—it presents a different face each time you take it. Some hold that the spice produces a learned-flavor reaction. The body, learning a thing is good for it, interprets the flavor as pleasurable—slightly euphoric. And, like life, never to be truly synthesized.”

Frank Herbert

“That which makes a man superhuman is terrifying.”

Frank Herbert


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