Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.
But you invite ...I invite a bit of military nonsense.That’s what I ...Duncan, I am a teacher. Remember that. By repetition, I impress the lesson. What lesson? The ultimately suicidal nature of milita...
And he thought then about the Guild—the force that had specialized for so long that it had become a parasite, unable to exist independently of the life upon which it fed. They had never dared grasp th...
A large populace held in check by a small but powerful force is quite a common situation in our universe. And we know the major conditions wherein this large populace may turn upon its keepers— One: W...
You can't build politics on love, he said. People aren't concerned with love; it's too disordered. They prefer despotism. Too much freedom breeds chaos.
We’ve lost something vital, I tell you. When we lost it, we lost the ability to make good decisions. We fall upon decisions these days the way we fall upon an enemy—or wait and wait, which is a form o...
We Bene Gesserit sift people to find the humans.
Umman Kudu: scissors-line of jaw muscles, chin like a boot toe - a man to be trusted because the captain's vices were known.
Ultimately, all things are known because you want to believe you know.
Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a human mind.
They were such seriously futile people that she found herself wanting to cry out against their ready-made justifications for pointless lives.
There was pain in him - like a blister, all that was left of some lost yesterday that Time had pruned off him.
There is the difference between us, he said. You are God embodied. You walk around within the greatest miracle of this universe, yet you refuse to touch or see or feel or believe in it.
There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace—those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures. You can find it in the turni...
There has never been a truly selfless rebel, just hypocrites—conscious hypocrites or unconscious hypocrites, it’s all the same.
There are illusions of popular history which a successful religion must promote: Evil men never prosper; only the brave deserve the fair; honesty is the best policy; actions speak louder than words; v...
Then, as his planet killed him, it occurred to Kynes that his father and all the other scientists were wrong, that the most persistent principles of the universe were accident and error.
The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.
The old woman was a witch shadow—hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded ’round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.
The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion.