“Your moustache,” I continue. “It’s kind of like me wanting to be a writer. It’s part of me. I don’t know who I’d be if I didn’t want to be a writer.” — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
“I’ve had boyfriends before, and frankly, each one was a disappointment. There was nothing horribly wrong with these boys. It was my fault. I’m… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
We hate guys who date more than one woman at a time. I've always believed that what's unacceptable in one sex should, by definition,… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
“The car was on the FDR drive now and, turning her head, she glanced out at the bleak brown buildings of the projects that… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Women with money and women in power are two uncomfortable ideas in our society. — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
The heart wants what the heart wants," she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. "You'd think the heart would know better. — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
Growing up, nobody I knew even knew a writer. So it was a big adventure and something that I've wrestled with my whole life.… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
“The city was different back then--poor and crumbling--kept alive only by the gritty determination and steely cynicism of its occupants. But underneath the dirt… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
All those men who end up disappointing you. After a while, you don't even want to have feelings anymore. You just want to get… — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
I'm not ashamed of anything I've done. Shame is a useless emotion. — Candace Bushnell Copy Share Image
