We had something few experience. We were joined in our strengths rather than in our weaknesses.
If you put away those who report accurately, you’ll keep only those who know what you want to hear. I can think of nothing more poisonous than to rot in the stink of your own reflections.
I am a leg of the death tripod that will destroy our foes.
Religious institutions perpetuate a moral master-servant relationship. They create an arena which attracts prideful human power-seekers with all of their nearsighted prejudices!
The abyss remains. It is pregnant with all the things yet to be. Ah, what gentle violence!
The assumption that a whole system can be made to work better through an assault on its conscious elements betrays a dangerous ignorance. This has often been the approach of those who call themselves scientists and technologists.
You can say things which cannot be done. This is elementary. The trick is to keep attention focused on what is said and not on what can be done.
Piter spoke to Jessica. “I’d thought of binding you by a threat held over your son, but I begin to see that would not have worked. I let emotion cloud reason. Bad policy for a Mentat.” -Piter De Vries.
But, later, coming back and reading what I have produced, I am unable to detect the difference between what came easily and when I had to sit down and say, “Well, now it’s writing time and now I’ll write.
Do not count a human dead until you’ve seen his body. And even then you can make a mistake.
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.
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.
Color streamed into a toe of darkness testing the sand.
What we should have done was test the gift first. We should have probed for dangers. We were too bedazzled by it, though.
How strange. You’re more Gowachin than a Gowachin.
It is not always the majestic concerns of Imperial ministers which dictate the course of history, nor is it necessarily the pontifications of priests which move the hands of God.
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear’s path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Better a dry morsel and quietness therewith than a house full of sacrifice and strife.
All rebels are closet aristocrats.
You don’t see much of any path unless you are Janus, looking simultaneously backward and forward.