“How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?” Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. “We call that one muad’dib,” Stilgar said. Jessica”

Frank Herbert

“Prophets have a way of dying by violence.”

Frank Herbert

“I'm the well-trained fruit tree. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me”

Frank Herbert

“Whether a thought is spoken or not it is a real thing and it has power," Tuek said. "You might find the line between life and death among the Fremen to be too sharp and quick.”

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

“The real universe is always one step behind logic.”

Frank Herbert

“Each man is a little war.”

Frank Herbert

“My father once told me that respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. ‘Something”

Frank Herbert

“We Bene Gesserit sift people to find the humans.”

Frank Herbert

“Be prepared to appreciate what you meet.”

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

“The meeting between ignorance and knowledge, between brutality and culture—it begins in the dignity with which we treat our dead.”

Frank Herbert

“Science is made up of so many things that appear obvious after they are explained.”

Frank Herbert

“Sad? Nonsense! Parting with friends is a sadness. A place is only a place.”

Frank Herbert

“The Duke said: “Paul, I’m doing a hateful thing, but I must.” He stood beside the portable poison snooper that had been brought into the conference room for their breakfast. The thing’s sensor arms hung limply over the table, reminding Paul of some weird insect newly dead. The Duke’s”

Frank Herbert


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