She said the mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience. So I quoted the First Law of Mentat at her: ‘A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.
As long as my Duke remains unmarried some of the Great Houses can still hope for alliance.
Religion is the emulation of the adult by the child. Religion is the encystment of past beliefs: mythology, which is guesswork, the hidden assumptions of trust in the universe, those pronouncements which men have made in search of personal power, all of it mingled with shreds of enlightenment. And always the ultimate unspoken commandment is ‘Thou shalt not question!
Don’t be so sure you know where to draw the line,” he said. “We carry our past with us. And, mother mine, there’s a thing you don’t know and should – we are Harkonnens.” Her.
If we cannot adjust our differences peaceably, then we are less than human.
Your habits always come hunting after you. The self you construct will haunt you. A ghost wandering around in search of your body, eager to possess you. We are addicted to the self we construct.
If he could smell the pre-spice mass, that meant the gasses deep under the sand were nearing explosive pressure.
Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife – chopping off what’s incomplete and saying: “Now, it’s complete because it’s ended here.
He doesn’t appear much, does he – one frightened old fat man too weak to support his own flesh without the help of suspensors.” It.
And he thought: I’m a seed. He.
Life hasn’t happened because they didn’t take part in it.
I see the day coming when ceremony must take the place of faith and symbolism replaces morality.
They’re trained to believe, not to know. Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous.
I’ve heard enough sad histories of gods and messiahs. Why should I need special powers to forecast ruins of my own like all those others?
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. The.
There are some things no one can bear. I meddled in all the possible futures I could create until, finally, they created me.
The Harkonnens discouraged investigation of the spice, didn’t they?
To die before coming to the end of willpower, was that not an aristocrat’s choice? He.
Better the complexities one thought he knew than the complexities which defied understanding.
But that’s the function I expect of you, cousin. It’s why I chose you. I’ll make it official. I will give you a new name. From this moment, you’ll be called Breaking of the Habit, which in our tongue is Harq al-Ada. Come, cousin, don’t be obtuse. My mother taught you well. Give me your Sardaukar.