Everything we knew condemned us, and our questioning condemned us most of all. Knowledge was the way of our people, and knowledge was dangerous. It was the first thing that freed you and the thing that put you in peril. It was the key to the ten gates. I saw them clearly now, each and every one, the gates that were there for me. Ashes, Bones, Grass, Heart, Stone, Love, Sorrow, Blood, Earth, Sky.

You have to choose the voice you are going to trust. You can't listen to everyone.

It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you.

In "Faithful," Ray Bradbury is discussed a lot. The characters read "The Illustrated Man."

Remember what I've told you. Remember me.

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.