God Emperor of Dune, p. 407:
"Love of my soul, I have captured another of your secrets."
"Release it from your lips," he said, joking in this new intimacy between them.
"You seldom need words," she said. "You speak directly to the senses with your own life."
A shudder flexed its way through the length of his body. It was a moment before he could speak and then it was in a voice she had to strain to hear above the hubbub of the assembling cortege.
"Between the superhuman and the inhuman," he said, "I have had little space in which to be human. I thank you, gentle and lovely Hwi, for this little space."
What? "You speak directly to the senses with your own life"? What the hell does that mean? Shut up! BRING ON THE NEXT BOOK! Jesus.
Man, Jeff, I can't believe this is your favorite one. You must be way more smarter than me than I had thought.