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.
Jared: And the greatest thing about writing a successful book, besides the validation and the acclaim is knowing that I’m pumping my ideas in the world.
Carrie: I thought it was the fact that you could behave like an utter asshole and people would find you amusing.
Big: This is fun.
Carrie: It’s not supposed to be fun. This is somebody’s wedding.
Miranda: Wow! A guy who doesn’t want to get married! Film at eleven!
Steve: What’s wrong with corduroy?
Miranda: I don’t have enough time to tell you what’s wrong with corduroy.
Carrie : Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has breakfast at Tiffany’s and no one has affairs to remember.
Carrie: I just love Sleeping Beauty! The music, the sets, the costumes. It’s so romantic!
Stanford: You only like it because she sleeps for a hundred years and doesn’t age.
Doctor: Your right ovary has stopped producing eggs.
Miranda: Is it possible it’s just on strike?
Carrie: Samantha had the kind of deluded self confidence that caused men like Ross Perot to run for president.
Stanford: It’s so brutal out there. Even guys like me don’t want guys like me. I just don’t have that gay look.
Carrie: I dunno, you look pretty gay to me. C’mon, maybe it’s just a phase.
Stanford: Puberty is a phase. Fifteen years of rejection is a lifestyle.
Samantha: The act of cheating is defined by the act of getting caught. One doesn’t exist without the other.
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.