“Oblivion. It is what I am always looking for.”
“My oblivion is a very Antony and I am all forgotten.”
“Am I living?'...I forgot myself, and sank into dim and watery oblivion.”
“And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?”
“I am always looking outside, trying to say something that is true. But maybe nothing is really true. Except what's out there. And what's out there is constantly changing.”
“Why am I always looking at life through a window?”