Words I found on my lips upon waking:

“Do you know what it would look like,this portentousness, this guild of lost flowers?”

A passage that struck me later in the day while reading “Living with the Devil” by Stephen Batchelor:

“The stuff of which we are made, that allows the possibility of consciousness, love, and freedom, will also destroy us, wiping out that poignant identity of a sensitive creature with an unrepeatable history, who has become a question for itself.”

A thought that interrupted the copying of this quote:

“I pause in my struggle over the placement of a comma,
the exact site of a break in the clause,
because the silences matter as much as the noise.”

And later a quote found by chance while looking in the wrong place for a different, particular quote by Paul Valery:

“It is the job of poetry to clean up our…