From The Devil Wears Prada 2:
ANDY: You know, I gotta say: I’m impressed the way you got past what happened between you and her.
NIGEL: What do you mean?
ANDY: In Paris. When she gave the job you wanted to Jacqueline.
NIGEL: Twenty years ago? She’s done versions of that to me a million times since then. But here I am.
From Heretics of Dune by Frank Herbert:
All of the Duncan Idahos, original and the serial gholas flowed into his mind. They were like bursting seedpods denying all other existence except themselves. He saw himself crushed beneath a great worm with a human face.
“Damn you, Leto!”
Crushed and crushed and crushed . . . time and again.
“Damn you! Damn you! Damn you! . . .”
He died under a Sardaukar sword. Pain exploded into a bright glare swallowed by darkness.
He died in a ’thopter crash. He died under the knife of a Fish Speaker assassin. He died and died and died.
And he lived.
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