Kitone: So if you meet me, have some courtesy, have some sympathy and some taste
Kitone: For years she burned yearning for a splendid conquest and God's weary of splendid conquests
Kitone: Your little fears in pairs like wild animals, in pairs like tears
Kitone: All I hear is the sound of rain falling on the ground
Kitone: "Your letters," and torn them to pieces with her long-fingered hands
Kitone: Pure lands are created by the Buddhas upon attaining enlightenment
Kitone: The true traveler should only follow the star of his own loneliness
Kitone: I know I don't belong here in heaven
Kitone: Best miracles are made of dirt
Kitone: How to spot the members of the deviant Cult of Normal Life
Kitone: Speak only if it improves upon the silence
Kitone: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious