You can only give up in doing, not in Being. You are not in a race, but you are Rest.

she doesn’t want to begin, she wants to continue. No: she wants to go back.

You must be always hungry and thirsty.” The Baron caressed his bulges beneath the suspensors. “Like me.

Mood?” Halleck’s voice betrayed his outrage even through the shield’s filtering. “What has mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises—no matter the mood! Mood’s a thing for cattle or making love or playing the baliset. It’s not for fighting.

Written By Frank Herbert

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