Quotes by Carrie Bradshaw

Don't forget to fall in love with yourself first.

Samantha: "If we perpetually gave men blow jobs, we could run the world."
Carrie: "At Ieast our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff."

I pity him, because I get to walk away and be me and he has to walk away and stay him... who wants to be him when you can be me?

In a town where everyone's dying to couple up, sometimes there's nothing better than being out of a relationship. You have time to do your laundry, freedom to play your favorite bad music really loudly... but the best part of being out of a relationship: Plenty of time to catch up with your friends.

Did I ever really love Big or was I addicted to the pain? The exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable.

Samantha: "I never Ieave underwear, because I never see it again."
Charlotte: "What happens to it?"
Samantha: "Nothing, I never go back."
Carrie: "Isn't it a Iittle expensive disposing of lingerie every time you sleep with a guy?"
Samantha: "That's why I stopped wearing underwear on dates."
Miranda: "That's why I'm never borrowing a dress from you again."
Charlotte: "I once found another woman's underwear in a man's bed."
Carrie: "Maybe it was Samantha's!"

Carrie: "It's the Millennium, we don't say 'working class' anymore."
Charlotte: "You're trying to pretend we live in a classless society - and we don't."
Carrie: "Marie Antoinette, we get the picture."

Miranda: "If 85% aren't circumcised, that means I've only slept with 15% of the population, tops."
Carrie: "You're practically a virgin."

Carrie: "Something Iike 85% aren't circumcised."
Charlotte: "Great, now they're taking over the world!"
Carrie: "It's a penis, not Godzilla."

Samantha: "You forgot someone you slept with?"
Carrie: "We're not in single-digits anymore."

In a city that moves so fast, you get the Sunday paper on Saturday - how did any of us know how much time we had left?

Samantha: "If I had a son, I'd teach him all about the vagina."
Carrie: "If you had a son, we'd call social services."

Manhattan, for millions of our forefathers, the gateway to hope, opportunity and happiness beyond their wildest dreams. Today, that hope is still alive, it's called 'The First Date'. On Saturday nights, every restaurant in Lower Manhattan resembles its own little Ellis Island.

When you live on a tiny island like Manhattan, the odds of bumping into the one who broke your heart are incredibly high. The odds of bumping into him when you look like shit are even higher.

I decided to stop avoiding the situation and take the grown-up approach... complete and utter denial!

No wonder the city never sleeps, it's too busy trying to get laid.

Samantha: "She fucks on my couch, she buys it!"
Carrie: "Isn't that how you got the couch from me?"

Sweetie, I just spent $395 on a pair of open-toed Gucci's last week. This is not the place to be frugal.

If he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly... as an asshole!

Charlotte: "If I could get him to show at the gallery, it would be an incredible coup. But what if he wants me to... you know..."
Carrie: "...hold his brush?"

Brokers give investment advice. Architects - design advice. Single people give married friends tidbits from their sexual escapades.

It's like the riddle of the Sphinx; why are there so many great unmarried women - and no great unmarried men?

Men in their 40s are like the 'New York Times' Sunday crossword puzzle: tricky, complicated and you're never really sure you've got the right answer.

Ever thine. Ever Mine. Ever Ours.

Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free, until they find someone just as wild to run with.

Men may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.

I'm not even sure bisexuality exists. I think it's just a layover on the way to gaytown.