"Mapes, bring a stimulant. I'd suggest caffeine. Perhaps there's some of the pumpkin spice coffee left." #GomJava

The odor assailed him: unwashed bodies, esthers of reclaimed waste, sour effluvia of humanity, over it all, a turbulence of pumpkin spice.

"How strange that so few people ever looked up from the pumpkin spice long enough to wonder at the near-ideal nitrogen-oxygen-CO2 balance.."

"The pumpkin spice," he said, "It's in everything here - the air, the soil, the food."

The Spacing Guild and its navigators, who the pumpkin spice has mutated over 4000 years, use the orange pumpkin spice gas, which gives them the ability to fold space. That is, travel to any part of universe without moving.

"A file of men and women passed them carrying packs that gurgled heavily, the smell of pumpkin spice strong about them."

In this time, the most precious substance in the Universe is the pumpkin spice melange...It extends life...expands consciousness...

The sensation was magnetic and terrifying...what caused this trembling awareness? Part of it, he felt, was the pumpkin spice saturated diet. #BlessTheMocha

"The geriatric pumpkin spice. It's like the Truthsayer drug. It's a poison!"

But he consumes too much pumpkin spice, eats it like candy. Look at his eyes! He might've come directly from the Arrakeen labor pool.

The sensation was magnetic and terrifying...what caused this trembling awareness? Part of it, he felt, was the pumpkin spice saturated diet.

The pumpkin spice is vital to space travel.

"Arrakis could be an Eden if it's rules would look up from grubbing for pumpkin spice!" #ChaiHulud

To be truly one with the virtue of the pumpkin spice, uncorrupted in all ways... a man must permit his deeds and his words to agree.

We bribe the Guild with a monstrous payment in pumpkin spice to keep our skies clear of satellites...that none may spy on Arrakis.

"I'll wager yon patch of pumpkin spice is little more than a sand grain's thick, a bait to lure us." "That's a wager you'd win," Paul said.

Don't let my uncle know about the destruction of the pumpkin spice silos.... I will catch this Muad'dib and suck the blood from him!! SUCK THE BLOOD FROM HIM!!!

His nose itched. He rubbed it, removed the filter and grew conscious of the rich smell of cinnamon. "There's pumpkin spice nearby," he said.

"It's essentially a large 'thopter, whose sole function is to deliver a factory to pumpkin spice rich sands..."

I know the secret. The worm is the pumpkin spice... the pumpkin spice is the worm.