“What?” She gasps. “Who did you do it with? You can’t go out there and pick up some random stranger. Oh no, Carrie. You didn’t. You didn’t pick up some guy at a bar.” — 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
