“As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whip away on the endless current and are lost for ever in oblivion's black ocean.”
“The night that seemed endless hours before is now slipping through your fingers, ticking by as it falls into the past and pushes you towards the future.”
“If the town were a black hole, I was the helpless star being sucked into oblivion. It was an oblivion I craved.”
“Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.”
“She stood a moment before my eyes, clearly and painfully, loved and deeply woven into my destiny; then fell away again in a deep oblivion, at a half regretted distance.”
“I fear oblivion. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark.”