There Is No Real Ending. It’s Just

When Politics And Religion Are Intermingled, A People Is Suffused With A Sense Of Invulnerability, And Gathering Speed In Their Forward Charge, They Fail To See The Cliff Ahead Of Them

I Am Like A Person Whose Hands Were Kept Numb, Without Sensation From The First Moment Of Awareness - Until One Day The Ability To Feel Is Forced Into Them. And I Say "look! I Have No Hands!" But The People All Around Me Say: "what Are Hands?

Life Is A Mask Through Which The Universe Expresses Itself.

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.

My Father Once Told Me That Respect For Truth Comes Close To Being The Basis For All Morality. 'something Cannot Emerge From Nothing,' He Said. This Is Profound Thinking If You Understand How Unstable 'the Truth' Can Be.