Maybe, he pondered as he ascended the stairs, that's my problem with Kathy. I can't remember our combined past: can't recall the days when we voluntarily lived with each other... now it's become an involuntary arrangement, derived God knows how from the past.

I&#39;m not a good tourist, I don&#39;t like tourism.

My hope is that 10 years from now, after I&#39;ve been across the street at work for a while, they&#39;ll all be glad they gave me that wonderful vote.

What matters most is the search itself. This is more important than the searchers. Consciousness must dream, it must have a dreaming ground—and, dreaming, must invoke ever new dreams.

Written By Frank Herbert

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