Anson Call

“She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.”
― William Shakespeare, Othello

“This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven.”
― William Shakespeare, Othello

“Dying is a quality of the air. It’s everywhere and nowhere. Men shout as they die, to be noticed, remembered for a second or two. To die in an apartment instead of a house can depress the soul, I would imagine, for several lives to come. In a town there are houses, plants in bay windows. People notice dying better. The dead have faces, automobiles. If you don’t know a name, you know a street name, a dog’s name. ‘He drove an orange Mazda.’ You know a couple of useless things about a person that become major facts of identification and cosmic placement when he dies suddenly, after a short illness, in his own bed, with a comforter and matching pillows, on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, feverish, a little congested in the sinuses and chest, thinking about his dry cleaning.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise

“Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.”
― William Shakespeare, Othello