“the mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve but a reality to experience.”

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

“Can you remember your first taste of spice?” “It tasted like cinnamon.” “But never twice the same,” he said. “It’s like life—it presents a different face each time you take it. Some hold that the spice produces a learned-flavor reaction. 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

“They’ve lost the initiative, which means they’ve lost the war.” Gurney”

Frank Herbert

“Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent.”

Frank Herbert

“It’d be bad enough without the complication of a feudal trade culture which turns its back on most science.”

Frank Herbert

“Survival is the ability to swim in strange water.”

Frank Herbert

“The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.”

Frank Herbert

“It supports a ruling class that lives as ruling classes have lived in all times while, beneath them, a semihuman mass of semislaves exists on the leavings…”

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 estare yo.”

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

“The terrain enforced its own rhythms.”

Frank Herbert

“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

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

Frank Herbert

“The night is a tunnel, she thought, a hole into tomorrow...”

Frank Herbert


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