Harshita Prasad

“I've come to believe that a good cry is like a car wash for the soul”
― Bill Hayes, Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me

“The mummy felt betrayed, like when a spouse agrees on a movie you decided to watch only to put on a different movie as you go to the bathroom, having to sit through the whole movie and not argue about it because it’s not worth fighting over, just boiling up inside and remembering it for later when they want their coffee with half-and-half, knowing that you put 2-percent milk in there and they won’t know, but you will.”
― J.S. Mason, The Satyrist...And Other Scintillating Treats

“Every car on every train on every line holds a surprise, a random sampling of humanity brought together in a confined space for a minute or two - a living Rubik's Cube.”
― Bill Hayes, Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me

“But if pressed, I’d have to say that what I love most about the subways of New York is what they do not do. One may spend a lifetime looking back—whether regretfully or wistfully, with shame or fondness or sorrow—and thinking how, given the chance, things might have been done differently. But when you enter a subway car and the doors close, you have no choice but to give yourself over to where it is headed. The subway only goes one way: forward.”
― Bill Hayes, Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me