The following sets of pages are dedicated to a series of books written by Frank Herbert. These books are Dune, Dune Messiah, Children of Dune, God Emperor of Dune, Heretics of Dune, and Chapterhouse: Dune. In 1984, Director David Lynch directed a big budget film adaptation of these novels. Though that film was a box office bomb, it too has a wide cult following. The film information provided here also covers the span of several years spent trying to produce the film. This includes works of Alexandro Jodorowsky and H.R. Giger. Several games have been created in recognition of Dune's popularity, including the popular Dune II by Westwood (recently updated as Dune 2000).
Quote of the Day (God Emperor of Dune):
I am the most ardent people-watcher who ever lived. I watch them inside me and outside. Past and present can mingle with odd impositions in me. And as the metamorphosis continues in my flesh wonderful things happen to my senses. It's as though I sensed everything close-up. I have extremely acute hearing and vision, plus a sense of smell extraordinarily discriminating. I can detect and identify pheromones at three parts per million. I know. I have tested it. You cannot hide very much from my senses. I think it would horrify you what I can detect by smell alone. Your pheromones tell me what you are doing or are prepared to do. And gesture and posture! I stared for half a day once at an old man sitting on a bench in Arrakeen. He was a fifth-generation descendant of Stilgar the Naib and did not even know it. I studied the angle of his neck, the skin flaps below his chin, the cracked lips and moistness about his nostrils, the pores behind his ears, the wisps of gray hair which crept from beneath the hood of his antique stillsuit. Not once did he detect that he was being watched. Hah! Stilgar would have known in a second or two. But this old man was just waiting for someone who never came. He got very stiff after all that sitting. I knew I would never see him in the flesh again. He was that near death and his water was sure to be wasted. Well that no longer mattered.
--The Stolen Journals