I know I have to do the right thing. And the sooner you do the right thing, the better. You get it over with, and you don't have to worry about it anymore. But who does that in real life? Instead, you procrastinate and think about it and put it off and think about it some more until that one little pebble grows into a giant block inside your head.

As I'm writing, certain things become clear to me and certain things begin to feel right and make sense. The pieces start to fall into place.

Life gives you lots of chances to screw up which means you have just as many chances to get it right.

There is a thin line between attraction and repulsion.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

Am I going to spend the rest of my life trying to get some kind of approval from him that he's never going to give?

Love is dangerous, if you know it's dangerous, that makes you treasure it, and you'll work harder to

Pay him a decent salary and work him hard. That way he won't have enough time to write anything on the side. But don't pay him so much that he can save up money to quit.

Have I become the girl who waits by the phone, hoping it will ring, who asks a friend to dial her number to make sure the phone is working?

You don't have to do everything by the time you're 30. Or 40. All you need is a work ethic. It's what allows you to push through moments of disappointment and self-doubt and fear.

Maybe you can't have it both ways. His life and your life. How do you put two lives together, anyway?

The most important thing to strive for in life is some kind of personal and professional achievement. Not as a man or a woman, but as a person.

If a man doesn't ask you to marry him -- or at least live with him -- after two years, he never will. It means he's only interested in having a good time.

Sometimes I think all the trouble in the world is caused by men. If there were no men, women would always be happy.

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.

Yow. Guys can be so insecure.

I said, ‘Never. Because I don't consider my work a job. I consider it a career. And you don't quit a career.' That shut her up for a minute. Then she asked where I went to college.

The '90s are really the 'Sex and the City' woman, and I think, right now, the new contemporary woman is the 'Lipstick Jungle' woman.

We need to encourage young women to find what they love to do. That is a very valuable pursuit - more so than the pursuit of a boyfriend. When you have that core, you bring that core to every aspect of your life.

The world is full of people who all want the same thing, and you have to do a little something extra to make them remember you.

Beware what you consume, lest you appetite grow by what it feeds on.

I have this theory: You can get away with anything as long as you act like you're not doing anything wrong.

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 was the apple-cheeked optimism of possibility, and while she worked, the whole city seemed to throb along with her.

I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going somewhere.

If I didn't define who I was and what I wanted, then someone else would.

It was scary how a girl couldn't live without friends.

The most important thing in business is a persona, Nico,' he was fond of saying. 'People want to know immediately what they're dealing with. And when they think about you, you've got to stand out in their minds--like one of those characters in a novel.

I first arrived in New York in 1979. I was 19 and I was going to University in Houston, Texas, and I decided that I knew what I wanted to do and it was time to go and do it. I literally ran away from college.

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

New York is a city where people are ambitious. They want things.

This, Sebastian is no mere purse. And, you shouldn't call a handbag a purse.....a bag, on the other hand, is meant to be seen.

I sometimes read in a gossip column that I was at a party when I was in Europe at the time. It sometimes feels I've got a Doppelganger somewhere.

She could tell by Philip's attitude that his writing wasn't going well again. He was joyous when it was and miserable when it wasn't.

You need characters who want things. They want love, they want recognition, they want happiness.

The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor.

You can get used to anything, I guess, if you've been there enough.

People are always telling women to lose weight, and then when they do, other women attack them for it.

When one good thing happened to you, other good things seemed to follow.

I've always been fascinated by young women who come to New York. The characters in 'Lipstick Jungle' were once young women who came to New York and we see their early experiences through flashbacks.

And if you were always spending your time getting over your past, how were you supposed to get on with your future?

If you smile, even if you're feeling bad, the action of the muscles will trick your brain into thinking you're happy.

Whoever we are here, we might be princesses somewhere else. Or writers. Or scientists. Or presidents. Or whatever the hell we want to be that everyone else says we can't.

You don't want to peak in high school. If you do, the rest of your life is a disaster.

I've never understood sexy lingerie. I mean, what's the point? The guy's only going to take it off.

I've been writing fiction probably since I was about 6 years old, so it's something that is second nature to me now. I just sit down and start writing. I don't sit down and start writing and it comes out perfectly - it's a process.

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 on with your life.

I have a house in the Connecticut countryside where you'll always find me, summer or winter.

I take his hand in mine, running my fingers over the palm. His hands are lovely and lean, and I can't help thinking about those hands on my body. The sexiest part of a man is his hands.

Rule number one: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who's in crisis?