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Paris’ Talking Pig
"And one has no one and nothing and roams about in the world with a suitcase and a box of books and really without curiosity. What sort of life is that, really: without a house, without inherited things, without dogs. If one at least had one’s memories. But who has them? If childhood is present, it is as if buried. Perhaps one must be old to be able to get a hold of all that. I think to myself it is good to be old."
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurid Brigge (Burton Pike translation) (via invisiblestories)
