Frank Herbert Quotes

Life [had] replaced logic.

The real universe is always one step beyond logic.

Our universe is ruled by random whim, inhabited by people who laugh at logic.

Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

Life is beautiful but people are crazy.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck... I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.

The last level of metaphor in the Alice books is this: that life, viewed rationally and without illusion, appears to be a nonsense tale told by an idiot mathematician.

Life feels like a real fight - as if there were something really wild in the universe which we, with all our idealities and faithfulnesses, are needed to redeem.

The Cha-Cha is no more ridiculous than life itself.

when man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because.

He was determined to discover the underlying logic behind the universe. Which was going to be hard, because there wasn't one.

What is life but a series of inspired follies.

Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE.

Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all

I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.

I'm just dandy, I got a bowl of chocolate pudding in my underpants!

Life compulsively dangled the possibility of life. Life, the dramatist on speed. Life, that couldn't stop with its foreshadows and ironies and symbols and clues, its wretched jokes and false endings and twists. Life with its hopeless addiction to plot.

To the extent to which a man is rational, life is the premise directing his actions. To the extent to which he is irrational, the premise directing his actions is death.

No man is uninteresting when his hat is blown off and he has to scuttle after it down the street.

Resisting madness is the maddest way of being mad.

It has always seemed to me that my existence consisted purely and exclusively of nothing but the most outrageous nonsense.

Not everyone is capable of madness; and of those lucky enough to be capable, not many have the courage for it.

To Trin Tragula's horror, the shock completely annihilated her brain; but to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.

Never believe that the fiction writing life makes sense.... It's insanity by definition.