You have to let go of who you were, to become who you will be.

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.

I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.

That's Third Thoughts for you. When a huge rock is going to land on your head, they're the thoughts that think: Is that an igneous rock, such as granite, or is it sandstone?

An excellent wine, someone's best attempt at cooking, and the candles and flowers on the table can turn the simplest dinner into an unforgettably romantic event.

I've never really gotten into the whole labels thing. There were times I would cover a pop song, and people would say 'You sound really country.' I gave up on that whole thing a long time ago.

You have to work hard at things.

Why do men fight for their servitude as stubbornly as though it were their salvation?

The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice

O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!

Poetry is always close kin to the impossible, isn't it?

Start with a premise and then somehow invert it.