Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.
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...
There was a man so wise,He jumped intoA sandy placeAnd burnt out both his eyes!And when he knew his eyes were gone,He offered no complaint.He summoned up a visionAnd made himself a saint. -Children's...
My son displays a general garment and you claim it’s cut to your fit? Jessica asked. What a fascinating revelation.
Face your fears or they will climb over your back.
A man's flesh is his own; the water belongs to the tribe.
Mood’s a thing for cattle or for making love. You fight when the necessity arises, no matter your mood.
Governments always commit their entire populations when the demands grow heavy enough. By their passive acceptance, these populations become accessories to whatever is done in their name.
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
You, Priest in your mufti, you are a chaplain to the self-satisfied. I come not to challenge Muad'Dib but to challenge you! Is your religion real when it costs you nothing and carries no risk? Is your...
My father rules an entire planet.He's losing it.
Behold, as a wild ass in the desert, go I forth to my work.
Whether a thought is spoken or not, it is a real thing and has powers of reality.
Chance is the nature of our universe. […] madness represents a chaotic reservoir of surprises. Some surprises can be valuable.
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.
Color streamed into a toe of darkness testing the sand.
Life cannot find reasons to sustain it, cannot be a source of decent mutual regard, unless each of us resolves to breathe such qualities into it.
I know the evil of my ancestors because I am those people. The balance is delicate in the extreme. I know that few of you who read my words have ever thought about your ancestors this way. It has not...
Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.
Beginnings are such delicate times.