He was warrior and mystic, ogre and saint, the fox and the innocent, chivalrous, ruthless, less than a god, more than a man. - Frank Herbert

Whirling silence settled around Jessica. Every fiber of her body accepted the fact that something profound had happened to it. She felt that she was a conscious mote, smaller than any subatomic particle, yet capable of motion and of sensing her surroundings. Like an abrupt revelation — the curtains whipped away — she realized she had become aware of a psychokinesthetic extension of herself. She was the mote, yet not the mote.

Hittite law emphasized restitution rather than revenge. Humankind lost a certain useful practicality when it chose the other Semitic response — never to forgive and never to forget.

The gift of words is the gift of deception and illusion.