“Paul looked down at the hand that had known pain, and then up to the Reverend Mother. The sound of her voice contained a difference than from any other voicing his experience. The words were outlined in brilliance. There was an edge to them.”

Frank Herbert

“When he wanted, he could radiate charm and sincerity, but I often wonder in these later days if anything about him was as it seemed. I think now he was a man fighting constantly to escape the bars of an invisible cage.”

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

“To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.”

Frank Herbert

“Try looking into that place where you dare not look! You'll find me there, staring out at you!”

Frank Herbert

“I should've suspected trouble when the coffee failed to arrive.”

Frank Herbert

“On Caladan, we ruled with sea and air power," the Duke said. "Here, we must scrabble for desert power. This is your inheritance, Paul.”

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

“My son will wear the title well, the Duke thought, and realized with a sudden chill that this was another death thought.”

Frank Herbert

“As long as my Duke remains unmarried some of the Great Houses can still hope for alliance.”

Frank Herbert

“It's easier to be terrified by an enemy you admire.”

Frank Herbert

“Nothing wins more loyalty for a leader than an air of bravura," the Duke said. "I, therefore, cultivate an air of bravura.”

Frank Herbert

“One must always keep the tools of statecraft sharp and ready. Power and fear – sharp and ready.”

Frank Herbert

“Prophets have a way of dying by violence.”

Frank Herbert

“No tengo miedo. El miedo mata a la mente. El miedo es la pequeña muerte que conduce a la destrucción total. Afrontaré mi miedo. Permitiré que pase sobre mí y a través de mí. Y cuando haya pasado, giraré mi ojo interior para escrutar su camino.”

Frank Herbert


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