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.
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?