“All around the Lady Jessica—piled in corners of the Arrakeen great hall, mounded in the open spaces—stood the packaged freight of their lives: boxes, trunks, cartons, cases—some partly unpacked.”

Frank Herbert

“Somewhere beneath him, the pre-spice mass had accumulated enough water and organic matter from the little makers, had reached the critical stage of wild growth. A gigantic bubble of carbon dioxide was forming deep in the sand, heaving upward in an enormous “blow” with a dust whirlpool at its center. It would exchange what had been formed deep in the sand for whatever lay on the surface.

Frank Herbert

“It was a scene of such beauty it caught all his attention. Some things beggar likeness, he thought.

Frank Herbert

“Religion must remain an outlet for people who say to themselves, ‘I am not the kind of person I want to be.’ It must never sink into an assemblage of the self-satisfied.”

Frank Herbert

“What have we here—jinn or human?”

Frank Herbert

“The test of a man isn’t what you think he’ll do. It’s what he actually does.”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“hold at your neck the gom jabbar,” she said. “The gom jabbar, the high-handed enemy. It’s a needle with a drop of poison on its tip. Ah-ah! Don’t pull away or you’ll feel that poison.”

Frank Herbert

“Beyond a critical point within a finite space, freedom diminishes as numbers increase. This is as true of humans in the finite space of a planetary ecosystem as it is of gas molecules in a sealed flask. The human question is not how many can possibly survive within the system, but what kind of existence is possible for those who do survive.

Frank Herbert

“A voice hissed: "He sheds tears!" It was taken around the ring "Usal gives moisture to the dead!" He felt fingers touch his damp cheek, heard the awed whispers.”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert

“That which submits rules.”

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

“Grief is the price of victory,”

Frank Herbert

“If you rely only on your eyes, your other senses weaken.”

Frank Herbert


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