coming-of-age-quotes

Oh yes, he's seen the black pupils of time's eyes. Two dark drains in a pair of dirty gas station bathroom sinks. The faucet's open and he's gurgling down the pipes, gushing toward whatever tank he's bound to swirl around in for the rest of his life. There's no telling from here if that's a realm of purification or of shit. There's only one way to find out, and that's to ride it all the way down.

He lies there listening to it, absorbing this sense of his own quiet drone transmuted into something of certain substance, something large, magnificent and grand__o longer him, no, but something bursting from him, leaving his split carcass behind as a monument to its source, its host, its feeding ground.

He's got all the pains of being lost and all the benefits of being told where to go. He wants it the other way around.