“But it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Yes. They’ll call me…Muad’Dib, ‘The One Who Points the Way.’ Yes…that’s what they’ll call me.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Seeing all the chattering faces, Paul was suddenly repelled by them. They were cheap masks locked on festering thoughts—voices gabbling to drown out the loud silence in every breast.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“I stood upon the sand of the sea and saw a beast rise up out of the sea…and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“The struggle between life elements is the struggle for the free energy of a system.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“She asked me to tell her what it is to rule,” Paul said. “And I said that one commands. And she said I had some unlearning to do.” She hit a mark there right enough, Hawat thought. He nodded for Paul to continue. “She said a ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel. She said he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“In politics, the tripod is the most unstable of all structures.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                                
                            
                                
“How do we approach the study of Muad’Dib’s father? A man of surpassing warmth and surprising coldness was the Duke Leto Atreides. Yet, many facts open the way to this Duke: his abiding love for his Bene Gesserit lady; the dreams he held for his son; the devotion with which men served him. You see him there—a man snared by Destiny, a lonely figure with his light dimmed behind the glory of his son. Still, one must ask: What is the son but an extension of the father?”
                            
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                                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.
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Much that was called religion has carried an unconscious attitude of hostility toward life. True religion must teach that life is filled with joys pleasing to the eye of God, that knowledge without action is empty. All men must see that the teaching of religion by rules and rote is largely a hoax.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Whirling silence settled around Jessica. Every fiber of her body accepted the fact that something profound had happened to it. She felt that she was a conscious mote, smaller than any subatomic particle, yet capable of motion and of sensing her surroundings. Like an abrupt revelation—the curtains whipped away—she realized she had become aware of a psychokinesthetic extension of herself. She was the mote, yet not the mote.”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“What senses do we lack that we cannot see or hear another world all around us?”
                            
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                                Frank Herbert