“You can’t go ahead without taking risks.”

Paul took a place in the line behind Chani. He had put down the black feeling at being caught by the girl. In his mind now was the memory called up by his mother’s barked reminder: “My son’s been tested with the gom jabbar!” He found that his hand tingled with remembered pain.

Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

Written By Anne McCaffrey

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