Lord, you are God! You made us. Who better to know how to fix us when we've gone wrong? who better to set us to rights again? Who better to love us through the fire and refine us into something beautiful and useful despite our wrongs?

What do you feel now that I'm soft clay in your hands, Michael?" "Joy," he said. "Pure joy.

Please change me. Make me whatever suits Your purposes here.

I am a collection of the obsolete, a relic of the damned, of the lost and strayed. I am the waylaid pieces of history which sank out of sight in all of our pasts. Such an accumulation of riffraff has never before been imagined.

He understood terrible purposes. They drove against all odds. They were their own necessity. Paul felt that he had been infected with terrible purpose. He did not know yet what the terrible purpose was.

The Golden Path demands it. And what is the Golden Path? you ask. It is the survival of humankind, nothing more nor less.

The future is a thing to be shaped, Scytale said. Hold that thought, Princess.

Paul felt that he had been infected with terrible purpose. He did not know yet what the terrible purpose was.

Humans live best when each has his own place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things. Destroy the place and destroy the person

Humans live best when each has his own place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things.

Humans live best when each has his own place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things. Destroy the place and destroy the person. You and I, Thufir, of all those who love the Duke, are most ideally situated to destroy the other's place.

Talent grips us. We are overtaken by the beauty of Michelangelo's sculpture, riveted by Mariah Carey's angelic voice, doubled over in laughter by the comedy of Robin Williams, and captivated by the on screen performances of Denzel Washington.