“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

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

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

“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.”

Frank Herbert

“Fear is the mind-killer.”

Frank Herbert

“There’s another thing, Jessica thought. Paul must be cautioned about their women. One of these desert women would not do as wife to a Duke. As concubine, yes, but not as wife.”

Frank Herbert

“The people must learn how well I govern them. How would they know if we didn’t tell them?”

Frank Herbert

“Mood?” Halleck’s voice betrayed his outrage even through the shield’s filtering. “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

“Black is a blind remembering, she thought. You listen for pack sounds, for the cries of those who hunted your ancestors in a past so ancient only your most primitive cells remember. The ears see. The nostrils see.”

Frank Herbert

“Then came the Butlerian Jihad—two generations of chaos. The god of machine-logic was overthrown among the masses and a new concept was raised: “Man may not be replaced.” Those”

Frank Herbert

“The hunter does not seek dead game.”

Frank Herbert

“There are proven ways to win the loyalty of tough, strong, ferocious men: play on the certain knowledge of their superiority, the mystique of secret covenant, the esprit of shared suffering.”

Frank Herbert

“No more terrible disaster could befall your people than for them to fall into the hands of a Hero”

Frank Herbert

“The old woman was a witch shadow—hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded ’round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.”

Frank Herbert

“And the price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life -we went soft, we lost our edge.”

Frank Herbert


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