There is a thin line between attraction and repulsion

Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.

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

My decorating and renovation skills are nil - indeed, I once used a shower curtain from Pottery Barn as 'window dressing.

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

Just because something doesn't last forever, it doesn't mean it wasn't meaningful while it did last. It doesn't mean it wasn't important.

From my experience, honey, if he seems too good to be true—he probably is.

Better alone than badly accompanied.

Well in the book Carrie was my alter ego. In real life, Sarah Jessica and I don't look anything alike. But people do say that we sound alike. Sarah Jessica is an adorable girl and she is very funny.

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.

Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.

To Be One With The One Is Not For Everyone

Hurry up! Do it – get it done. You got work to do. Don’t put this off and don’t take the long view. Life is today and tomorrow, and if you are lucky, may be next week.

Every word that I utter matters and this makes me speechless.

-Are you nervous to meet my family? -No, not really.They're either going to like me or they won't. All I can do is to be myself and hope for the best.

There are few things in life that are harder to find and more important to keep than love. Well, love and a birth certificate.

What you create doesn't have to be perfect.

Let us first of all frugality in government-peace and freedom we will have as a bonus.

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.

I was a sort of rock journalist - whatever that is - in London in the late '60s.

Let the dog bark; the moon shall beam on.