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

Frank Herbert

“And he thought then about the Guild—the force that had specialized for so long that it had become a parasite, unable to exist independently of the life upon which it fed. They had never dared grasp the sword…and now they could not grasp it. They might have taken Arrakis when they realized the error of specializing on the melange awareness-spectrum narcotic for their navigators. They could have done this, lived their glorious day and died. Instead, they’d existed from moment to moment, hoping the seas in which they swam might produce a new host when the old one died.”

Frank Herbert

“Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.”

Frank Herbert

“Prophets have a way of dying by violence.”

Frank Herbert

“And he thought: I’m a seed

Frank Herbert

“The Atreides are known to start late getting there growth.”

Frank Herbert

“But it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.”

Frank Herbert

“When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are always a little less than an individual.”

Frank Herbert

“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

“The Fremen! They’re paying the Guild for privacy, paying in a coin that’s freely available to anyone with desert power—spice.”

Frank Herbert

“Grief is the price of victory,”

Frank Herbert

“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

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

Frank Herbert

“Can you remember your first taste of spice?” “It tasted like cinnamon.”

Frank Herbert

“To attempt an understanding of Muad’Dib without understanding his mortal enemies, the Harkonnens, is to attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing Darkness. It cannot be. —FROM “MANUAL OF MUAD’DIB” BY THE PRINCESS IRULAN”

Frank Herbert


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