The flower is a jumble of thighs, the sun&#39;s harem - the most oriental thing imaginable.

The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems are your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny.

The sky was, too, thought Annemarie. The whole world was: too cold, too big. And too cruel.

Empires do not suffer emptiness of purpose at the time of their creation. It is when they have become established that aims are lost and replaced by vague ritual.   -Words of Muad'dib by Princess Irulan.

Written By Frank Herbert

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