Kitone: Anger is damage, anger is waste
Kitone: I don't even know the name; but if I did, well really, what's it to you?
Kitone: There was a time when I knew everything
Kitone: Fortune comes in threes
Kitone: Moving cross the borders of my secret life
Kitone: Then we waited, light cutting into the skin
Kitone: Dark winds withered the khmer god-kings a thousand lives ago
Kitone: You don't have to explain
Kitone: The end of the world is already here — it's just not evenly distributed
Kitone: Simpler words, invented and forgotten