“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

“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

“I’m the well-trained fruit tree, he thought. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me—all bearing for someone else to pick.”

Frank Herbert

“He was warrior and mystic, ogre and saint, the fox and the innocent, chivalrous, ruthless, less than a god, more than a man.”

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’d chosen always the clear, safe course that leads ever downward into stagnation.”

Frank Herbert

“You must teach me someday how you do that,” he said, “the way you thrust your worries aside and turn to practical matters. It must be a Bene Gesserit thing.” “It’s a female thing,” she said.”

Frank Herbert

“Be prepared to appreciate what you meet.”

Frank Herbert

“Gurney says there’s no artistry in killing with the tip, that it should be done with the edge.”

Frank Herbert

“Isn’t it odd how we misunderstand the hidden unity of kindness and cruelty?” Jessica”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“One of the most terrible moments in a boy’s life,” Paul said, “is when he discovers his father and mother are human beings who share a love that he can never quite taste. It’s a loss, an awakening to the fact that the world is there and here and we are in it alone. The moment carries its own truth; you can’t evade it. I heard my father when he spoke of my mother. She’s not the betrayer, Gurney.”

Frank Herbert

“You must learn to rule. It's something none of your ancestors learned.”

Frank Herbert

“His voice was low, charged with unspeakable adjectives.”

Frank Herbert

“Full moon calls thee--  Shai-hulud shall thou see;  Red the night, dusky sky,  Bloody death didst thou die.  We pray to a moon: she is round--  Luck with us will then abound,  What we seek for shall be found  In the land of solid ground.”

Frank Herbert


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