Dune (Dune #1)

by Frank Herbert

He recalled another thing the old woman had said about a world being the sum of many things—the people, the dirt, the growing things, the moons, the tides, the suns—the unknown sum called nature, a vague summation without any sense of the now. And he wondered: What is the now?

“If wishes were fishes we’d all cast nets,”

“Better a dry morsel and quietness therewith than a house full of sacrifice and strife.”

“Beginnings are such delicate times.”