Grief Is The Price Of Victory.

I Don't Speak ... I Operate A Machine Called Language. It Creaks And Groans, But Is Mine Own.

Grief Is The Price Of Victory.

A Person Needs New Experiences. They Jar Something Deep Inside, Allowing You To Grow. Without Them, It Sleeps- Seldom To Awaken. The Sleeper Must Awaken.

Think On It, Chani: The Princess Will Have The Name, Yet She'll Live As Less Than A Concubine - Never To Know A Moment Of Tenderness From The Man To Whom She's Bound. While We, Chani, We Who Carry The Name Of Concubine - History Will Call Us Wives.

When You Think You Know Something: That Is A Most Perfect Barrier Against Learning.