“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

“And the price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life—we went soft, we lost our edge.”

Frank Herbert

“Paul crouched at the ready and, as he had been trained to do after first blood, called out: “Do you yield?”

Frank Herbert

“There's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of...”

Frank Herbert

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“There’s another thing, Jessica thought. Paul must be cautioned about their women. One of these desert women would not do as wife to a Duke. As concubine, yes, but not as wife.”

Frank Herbert

“The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.”

Frank Herbert

“They displayed a sophistication in warfare as good as anything he had ever encountered, and he had been trained by the best fighters in the universe then seasoned in battles where only the superior few survived.”

Frank Herbert

“You must teach me the way you thrust your worries aside and turn to practical matters.”

Frank Herbert

“What delicious abandon in the sleep of the child. Where do we lose it?”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“We faced it and did not resist. The storm passed through us and around us. It's gone, but we remain.”

Frank Herbert

“Em tempos, os homens entregavam o pensamento às máquinas, na esperança de que isso os libertasse. Mas só permitiu que outros homens com máquinas os escravizassem”

Frank Herbert

“The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called "spannungsbogen" -- which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.”

Frank Herbert


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