She thought of the boy's features as an exquisite distillation out of random patterns-endless queues of happenstance meeting at this nexus. - Frank Herbert

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She thought of the boy's features as an exquisite distillation out of random patterns-endless queues of happenstance meeting at this nexus.

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Franklin Patrick Herbert Jr. (8 October 1920 – 11 February 1986) was an American science-fiction writer, most famous for his Dune novels.

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Birth Name: Frank Patrick Herbert
Alternative Names: Franklin Patrick Herbert Franklin Herbert Franklin Patrick Herbert, Jr. Jr. Frank Patrick Herbert Jr. Franklin Herbert Jr. Franklin Patrick Herbert

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"When a wise man does not understand, he says: "I do not understand." The fool and the uncultured are ashamed of their ignorance. They remain silent when a question could bring them wisdom."

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