“Your own emperor bestowed Arrakis on House Atreides. I am House Atreides.” The”

Frank Herbert

“His thoughts were too vague to be described, but they comprehended mysterious elements.”

Frank Herbert

“Combine Honnete Ober Advancer Mercantiles—the CHOAM Company.”

Frank Herbert

“One should never presume one is the sole object of a hunt,”

Frank Herbert

“A man's flesh is his own; the water belongs to the tribe.”

Frank Herbert

“THE DUKE Leto Atreides leaned against a parapet of the landing control tower outside Arrakeen. The night’s first moon, an oblate silver coin, hung well above the southern horizon. Beneath it, the jagged cliffs of the Shield Wall shone like parched icing through a dust haze. To his left, the lights of Arrakeen glowed in the haze—yellow . . . white . . . blue.”

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

“What is the son but an extension of the father? —”

Frank Herbert

“And he thought: I’m a seed

Frank Herbert

“The Fremen have a simple, practical religion,” he said. “Nothing about religion is simple.”

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

“How strange that so few people ever looked up from the spice long enough to wonder at the near-ideal nitrogen-oxygen-CO2 balance being maintained here in the absence of large areas of plant cover.”

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

“How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him. —”

Frank Herbert

“No conocerás el miedo. El miedo mata 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 girare mi ojo interior para escrutar su camino. Allá donde haya pasado el miedo ya no habrá nada. Solo estaré yo.”

Frank Herbert


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