What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?

The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

There is no greater fame for a man than that which he wins with his footwork or the skill of his hands.

Wine sets even a thoughtful man to singing, or sets him into softly laughing, sets him to dancing. Sometimes it tosses out a word that was better unspoken.