“Don’t be so sure you know where to draw the line,” he said. “We carry our past with us. And, mother mine, there’s a thing you don’t know and should—we are Harkonnens.”

Frank Herbert

“When you imagine mistakes, there can be no self-defense.”

Frank Herbert

“He doesn’t appear much, does he—one frightened old fat man too weak to support his own flesh without the help of suspensors.”

Frank Herbert

“Chani sat back on her heels, submerging her fears in thought as she studied Paul’s face. This was a trick she had learned from watching the Reverend Mothers. Time could be made to serve the mind.”

Frank Herbert

“spannungsbogen”—which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing. —”

Frank Herbert

“That which submits rules.”

Frank Herbert

“Shishakli presented two thin, whiplike shafts as Paul approached. The shafts were about a meter and a half long with glistening plasteel hoods at one end, roughened at the other end for a firm grip. Paul accepted them both in his left hand as required by the ritual. “They are my own hooks,” Shishakli said in a husky voice. “They never have failed.”

Frank Herbert

“It is so shocking to find out how many people do not believe that they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult.”

Frank Herbert

“The Atreides are known to start late getting there growth.”

Frank Herbert

“A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful.”

Frank Herbert

“Can you take him, Gurney?” “M’Lord jests!”

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

“Power and fear," he said. "The tools of statecraft.”

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

“off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little makers

Frank Herbert


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