“Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and it has power," Tuek said. "You might find the line between life and death among the Fremen to be too sharp and quick.”

Frank Herbert

“Prophecy and prescience—How can they be put to the test in the face of the unanswered question? Consider: How much is actual prediction of the “wave form” (as Muad’Dib referred to his vision-image) and how much is the prophet shaping the future to fit the prophecy? What of the harmonics inherent in the act of prophecy? Does the prophet see the future or does he see a line of weakness, a fault or cleavage that he may shatter with words or decisions as a diamond-cutter shatters his gem with a blow of a knife?”

Frank Herbert

“He who controls the spice controls the universe.”

Frank Herbert

“You see, Count, I have the Emperor’s prison planet, Salusa Secundus, to inspire me.”

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

“I stood upon the sand of the sea and saw a beast rise up out of the sea…and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.”

Frank Herbert

“Paul shrugged. “Then she said a good ruler has to learn his world’s language, that it’s different for every world. And I thought she meant they didn’t speak Galach on Arrakis, but she said that wasn’t it at all. She said she meant the language of the rocks and growing things, the language you don’t hear just with your ears. And I said that’s what Dr. Yueh calls the Mystery of Life.” Hawat chuckled. “How’d that sit with her?” “I think she got mad. She said the mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.”

Frank Herbert

“A duke's son MUST know about poisons. It's the way of our times.”

Frank Herbert

“The universe is full of doors.”

Frank Herbert

“My lungs taste the air of Time, Blown past falling sands…”

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. —FROM “THE WISDOM OF MUAD’DIB” BY THE PRINCESS IRULAN”

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

“The universe is full of doors,”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“But attack can take strange forms. And you will remember the tooth. The tooth. Duke Leto Atreides. You will remember the tooth."

Frank Herbert


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