The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.
Frank HerbertI have no fear, for fear is the little death that kills me over and over. Without fear, I die but once.
Frank HerbertThe flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.
Frank HerbertThe writing of history is largely a process of diversion. Most historical accounts distract attention from the secret influences behind great events.
Frank Herbert