It's high noon. The Guild... they're fighting me in the mental vaults. They're behind everything. They fear the one who will come, who will know more, who will see more. The Guild is behind everything. It's not finished yet. I'm not formed. Don’t Panic Purge the unjust. Where there's life there's hope. Yo! What up my glip glops! Holy Fourth Of July Before I do your bidding, manling, I must cleanse the way between us. You've put a water burden on me that I'm not sure I care to support. But we Fremen pay our debts We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.

That which submits rules. ... The willow submits to the wind and prospers until one day it is many willows — a wall against the wind. This is the willow's purpose.

• Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.
• Vendetta, he says, using the ancient tongue. The art of kanly is still alive in the Universe. He...