“Fear is the mind-killer.”

― Frank Herbert

“Give as few orders as possible," his father had told him once long ago. "Once you've given orders on a subject, you must always give orders on that subject.”

― Frank Herbert

“Are you already training my replacement? Piter demanded.  "Replace you? Why, Piter, where could I find another Mentat with your cunning and venom?" "The same place you found me, Baron." "Perhaps I should at that," the Baron mused. "You do seem a bit unstable lately. And the spice you eat!" "Are my pleasures too expensive, Baron? Do you object to them?" "My dear Piter, your pleasures are what tie you to me. How could I object to that?”

― Frank Herbert

“wormfaced, crawling, sand-brained piece of lizard turd!”

― Frank Herbert

“Malign? I praise him. Death and deceit are our only hopes now. I just do not fool myself about Thufir’s methods.”

― Frank Herbert

“He who controls the spice controls the universe.”

― Frank Herbert

“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

“The natural human´s an animal without a logic. Your projection of logic onto all affairs is unnatural.”

― 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

“Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind.”

― Frank Herbert

“Feints within feints within feints.”

― Frank Herbert

“Respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. Something cannot emerge from nothing.”

― Frank Herbert

“When you imagine mistakes, there can be no self-defense.”

― Frank Herbert

“Time could be made to serve the mind.”

― Frank Herbert

“There is no measuring Muad'Dib's motives by ordinary standards. In the moment of his triumph, he saw the death prepared for him, yet he accepted the treachery. Can you say he did this out of a sense of justice? Whose justice, then? Remember, we speak now of the Muad'Dib who ordered battle drums made from his enemies' skins, the Muad'Dib who denied the conventions of his ducal past with a wave of the hand, saying merely: 'I am the Kwisatz Haderach. That is reason enough.”

― Frank Herbert


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