What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood's a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It's not for fighting.

Answers are a perilous grip on the universe. They can appear sensible yet explain nothing.

Jessica stopped beside him, said: 'What delicious abandon in the sleep of a child.' He spoke mechanically: 'If only adults could relax like that.' 'Yes.' 'Where do we lose it?' he murmured. 'We do, indeed, lose something,' she said.

It is a wise man that does know the contented man is never poor, whilst the discontented man is never rich.

There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

Think on it, Chani: the princess will have the name, yet she'll live as less than a concubine - never to know a moment of tenderness from the man to whom she's bound. While we, Chani, we who carry the name of concubine - history will call us wives.