I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

There is no reasoning, no process of inference or comparison; there is no thinking about things, no putting two and two together; there are no ideas - the animal does not think of the box or of the food or of the act he is to perform.

Taking a risk is worth it, you wouldn't know what happens if you don't.

There should be a science of discontent. People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

Written By Frank Herbert

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