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“So yes--my words will probably be read. A better question is whether or not anyone will believe them. Almost certainly not, but that doesn't matter. It's not belief that I'm interested in but freedom. Writing can give that, I've found.”
― Everything's Eventual
― Everything's Eventual
“A predawn hush had come over the desert basin. He looked up. Straight overhead, the stars were a sequin shawl flung over blue-black. Low on the southern horizon, the night's second moon peered through a thin dust haze--an unbelieving moon that looked at him with a cynical light.”
― Dune
― Dune
“I walked on, still delighted with the rude beauties of the scene; for the sublime often gave place imperceptibly to the beautiful, dilating the emotions which were painfully concentrated.”
― Letters Written During A Short Residence In Sweden, Norway And Denmark
― Letters Written During A Short Residence In Sweden, Norway And Denmark
“The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.”
― Darkness
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.”
― Darkness
“I roved o'er many a hill and many a dale
With this my weary load, in heat and cold,
Through many a wood, and many an open ground,
In sunshine or in shade, in wet or fair,
Now blithe, now drooping, as it might befal,
My best companions now the driving winds
And now the trotting brooks and whispering trees
And now the music of my own sad steps,
With many a short-lived thought that pass'd between
And disappeared.”
― The Ruined Cottage
With this my weary load, in heat and cold,
Through many a wood, and many an open ground,
In sunshine or in shade, in wet or fair,
Now blithe, now drooping, as it might befal,
My best companions now the driving winds
And now the trotting brooks and whispering trees
And now the music of my own sad steps,
With many a short-lived thought that pass'd between
And disappeared.”
― The Ruined Cottage
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