Time is a measure of space, just as a range-finder is a measure of space, but measuring locks us into the place we measure.
Frank HerbertAnd always, he fought the temptation to choose a clear, safe course, warning 'That path leads ever down into stagnation.
Frank HerbertThere's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.
Frank Herbert