Vor laughed, proud of his place here. He quoted what he’d been taught all his life. “I am the pinnacle of humanity – a trustee of Omnius, the son of General Agamemnon.
Jool Noret, we admire you. You are the scourge of Omnius.” “I am merely doing my job.
My father lied to me! He distorted the events, taking credit, hiding the extent of the brutality and suffering – even Omnius knew it. On the other hand, Serena had told him the truth.
Arrakis is ours because we have taken it,” Selim announced. “We have learned to survive under the harshest circumstances, without depending upon the benevolence of strangers or trade with offworld intruders.
Tell her nothing is impossible. Tell her that love is what separates humans from other living creatures, not hatred. Not violence –.
I can envision calculations all the way to infinity,” she said, as if in a trance. “I don’t have to write them down.
I have seen into the heart of the universe.
Consciousness and logic are not reliable standards. – COGITORS, Fundamental Postulate.
No matter the challenge, his people knew how to endure.
My child, human love is an infinite resource. No matter how many times it is expended, whether stolen or given away, love can grow again – like a flower from a bulb – and fill your heart.
Do you know about the horrors during the Time of Titans? Or the Hrethgir Rebellions?” “I’ve read my father’s memoirs in great detail – ” “I don’t mean Agamemnon’s propaganda. Have you learned the real history?
I intend to create a new work of art, all my own. A still life, of sorts. You three will be vital parts of the process. Rejoice in your good fortune.” In the sterile environment of the laboratory, with the cold assistance of his personal robot guards, Erasmus proceeded to vivisect the trio of victims, oblivious to their screams. “I want to get to the heart of the matter,” he quipped, “the lifeblood of it.
I will take their ridiculous peace and shove it down their cold metal throats.
You will have to rebuild an entire city.” Xavier looked at Rhengalid with little sympathy. “But you can do that only because you are alive and free.
It is easy to look backward and cast blame on others, but more difficult to gaze ahead and take responsibility for your own decisions and your own future. – GRIFFIN HARKONNEN, final dispatch from Arrakis It.
The narrow mind erects stubborn barriers,” her mother had once told her. “But against those barriers, words are formidable weapons.
So I have failed you?” “Not at all. Your human frailties are not your fault.
Erasmus was like Serena in a sense: he frequently needed to prune and weed the human race in his own garden.
Seurat’s flowmetal face gleamed in the lights from his update ship’s cockpit. “Then I regret having been such an excellent teacher.
But our long struggle is held together by the slender threads of heroes and myths.