Carrie: Modelizers are obsessed not with women but with models, who in most cities are safely confined to billboards and magazines, but in Manhattan actually run wild on the streets, turning the city into a virtual model country safari where men can pet the creatures in their natural habitat.
Carrie: My Zen teacher also said: the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not worry about the future. Of course, he died penniless and single.
Carrie: Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.
Charlotte: In some cultures, heavy women with mustaches are considered beautiful.
Samantha: And you’re looking at me while you’re saying that?
Samantha: Normal is the halfway point between what you want and what you can get.
Miranda: When did all the men get together and decide that they were only going to get it up for giraffes with big breasts?
Carrie: That’s the thing about friends, they will always hold your hair back when you’re sick.
Charlotte: I just know no matter how good I feel about myself, if I see Christy Turlington, I just want to give up!
Miranda: Well, I just want to tie her down and force-feed her lard, but that’s the difference between you and me.
Charlotte: It takes half the total time you went out with someone to get over them.
Carrie: I always like a good math solution to any love problem.
Samantha: I happen to love the way I look.
Miranda: You should. You paid enough for it.
Carrie: Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgment.
Stanford: Oh my God, look at him. It’s like he travels with his own personal lighting director.
Carrie: After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.
Carrie: I began to realize that being beautiful is like having a rent-controlled apartment overlooking the park: completely unfair and usually bestowed upon those who deserve it least.
Carrie: No matter who broke your heart or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never get through it without your friends.
Carrie: Charlotte treated marriage like a sorority she was desperately hoping to pledge.
Susan Sharon: It’s 100% Italian cashmere and light as a feather.
Carrie: God, I love it! It’s a cashmere-acle!
Carrie: Men in their forties are like the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle: tricky, complicated, and you’re never really sure you got the right answer.
Carrie: When Charlotte really liked somebody she said their whole name. It helped her picture their future monogrammed towels.
Carrie: We had such a fantastic connection. Then he leaves me money. I don’t understand. What exactly about me screams “whore”?
Miranda: Besides the thousand dollars on the end table?
Charlotte: Everyone needs a man. That’s why I rent. If you own and he still rents, then the power structure is all off. It’s emasculating. Men don’t want a woman who’s too self-sufficient.
Samantha: I’m sorry, did someone just order a Victorian straight up?
Carrie: Come on, you wouldn’t commit to a nice guy, given the chance?
Stanford: I can’t even commit to a long distance carrier.
Big: I never really thought about it.
Carrie: Oh come on. Everybody wonders what happens after you die.
Big: I’m too busy wondering who’s dinging my car in the garage.
Charlotte: Jack says that I have a fire inside me.
Carrie: You tell him they make a cream for that.
Charlotte: I just don’t understand. How could you forget someone you slept with?
Carrie: Toto, I don’t think we’re in single digits anymore.