“What delicious abandon in the sleep of the child. Where do we lose it?”

Frank Herbert

“The man without emotions is the one to fear.”

Frank Herbert

“I must rule with eye and claw — as the hawk among lesser birds. - Duke Leto Atreides”

Frank Herbert

“Then, as his planet killed him, it occurred to Kynes that his father and all the other scientists were wrong, that the most persistent principles of the universe were accident and error.”

Frank Herbert

“It is impossible to live in the past, difficult to live in the present and a waste to live in the future.”

Frank Herbert

“The terrain enforced its own rhythms.”

Frank Herbert

“the proximity of a desirable thing tempts one to overindulgence.”

Frank Herbert

“Shield!” the old woman snapped. “You well know the weakness there! Shield your son too much, Jessica, and he’ll not grow strong enough to fulfill any destiny.”

Frank Herbert

“it occurred to Kynes that his father and all the other scientists were wrong, that the most persistent principles of the universe were accident and error

Frank Herbert

“What senses do we lack that we cannot see or hear another world all around us?”

Frank Herbert

“She sleeps in the Waters of Life.” Chani”

Frank Herbert

“Ah! Indeed but! But he consumes too much spice, eats it like candy. Look at his eyes! He might have come directly from the Arrakeen labor pool. Efficient, Piter, but he's still emotional and prone to passionate outbursts. Efficient, Piter, but he still can err.  -Baron Vladimir”

Frank Herbert

“This Duke was concerned more over the men than he was over the spice. He risked his own life and that of his son to save the men. He passed off the loss of a spice crawler with a gesture. The threat to men’s lives had him in a rage. A leader such as that would command fanatic loyalty. He would be difficult to defeat. Against his own will and all previous judgments, Kynes admitted to himself: I like this Duke.”

Frank Herbert

“What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting.”

Frank Herbert

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

Frank Herbert


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