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“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.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

“I had nothing else, but the image was so clear--and so disturbingly odd--that I had to write a story about it. It came out smoothly and without a single hesitation, supporting my idea that stories are artifacts: not really made things which we create (and can take credit for), but preexisting objects which we dig up.”
― Stephen King, Everything's Eventual

“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.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft, Letters Written During A Short Residence In Sweden, Norway And Denmark

“Thee old woman was a witch shadow--hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded 'round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune