Scratch a conservative and you find someone who prefers the past over any future. Scratch a liberal and find a closet aristocrat.
Every judgment teeters on the brink of error.
You should fear me, Mother. I am the Kwisatz Haderach.” Jessica.
You shall be known among us as Usul, the base of the pillar. This is your secret name, your troop name. We of Sietch.
You never talk of likelihoods on Arrakis. You speak only of possibilities.
There is a fundamental tension between science and freedom – no matter how science is viewed by its practitioners nor how freedom is sensed by those who believe they have it.
How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?” Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. “We call that one muad’dib,” Stilgar said. Jessica.
They compose poems to their knives.
She had quoted a Bene Gesserit proverb to him: “When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movement becomes headlong – faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thought of obstacles and forget that a precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it’s too late.” Paul.
The implied methods would permit construction of entirely new computers reduced in size and basic complexity by a factor of at least a thousand.
Is that the name you wish, Muad’Dib?” Stilgar asked. “I am an Atreides,” Paul whispered, and then louder: “It’s not right that I give up entirely the name my father gave me. Could I be known among you as Paul-Muad’Dib?” “You are Paul-Muad’Dib,” Stilgar said. And.
Only those who recognize the value of war and exercise it have any degree of self-determination.
I will tell you a thing about your new name,” Stilgar said. “The choice pleases us. Muad’Dib is wise in the ways of the desert. Muad’Dib creates his own water. Muad’Dib hides from the sun and travels in the cool night. Muad’Dib is fruitful and multiplies over the land. Muad’Dib we call ‘instructor-of-boys.’ That is a powerful base on which to build your life, Paul-Muad’Dib, who is Usul among us. We welcome you.” Stilgar.
We change our past by what we learn.
The sandy juice of his fears could not be avoided.
We bribe the Guild with a monstrous payment in spice to keep our skies clear of satellites and such that none may spy what we do to the face of Arrakis.” She.
A duke’s son MUST know about poisons. It’s the way of our times.
You can not go on forever stealing what you need without regard to those who come after.
You have no position from which to negotiate. Certain things will be done. You will comply willingly, your compliance will be forced, or we will act without you.
They’ve lost the initiative, which means they’ve lost the war.” Gurney.