“It’d be bad enough without the complication of a feudal trade culture which turns its back on most science.”

― Frank Herbert

“Durmak diye düşündü. Dinlenmek... gerçekten dinlenmek. Mutluluğun durabilmek, bir anlığına da olsa durabilmek olduğunu fark etti. Durmanın mümkün olmadığı yerde mutluluk da olmazdı.”

― Frank Herbert

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

― 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

“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

“Pain,” she sniffed. “A human can override any nerve in the body.”

― Frank Herbert

“Move slowly and the day of your revenge will come," Tuek said. "Speed is a device of Shaitan. Cool your sorrow–we’ve the diversions for it; three things there are that ease the heart–water, green grass, and the beauty of woman.”

― Frank Herbert

“That which submits rules.”

― Frank Herbert

“hold at your neck the gom jabbar,” she said. “The gom jabbar, the high-handed enemy. It’s a needle with a drop of poison on its tip. Ah-ah! Don’t pull away or you’ll feel that poison.”

― Frank Herbert

“I’m the well-trained fruit tree, he thought. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me—all bearing for someone else to pick.”

― Frank Herbert

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

― Frank Herbert

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

― Frank Herbert

“He maintains the level of individuals. Too few individuals, and a people reverts to a mob.”

― Frank Herbert

“There was pain in him - like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.”

― Frank Herbert

“The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called “spannungsbogen”—which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing. —FROM “THE WISDOM OF MUAD’DIB” BY THE PRINCESS IRULAN”

― Frank Herbert


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