“Forget the shoes, Char,” Samantha said, remarkably calm while checking her reflection in a silver butter knife. “I was mid-sentence with a very handsome structural engineer when the floor started shimmying. If the world is ending, I’d like to be at least two blocks closer to his apartment.”
Miranda, ever the pragmatist, was staring at her Blackberry. “The subways are down. The bridges are closed. We are officially trapped on an island with eight million panicked people and a dwindling supply of premium vodka.” 6.6 Sex and the City
I couldn't help but wonder: In a city where we spend our lives looking for the next big thing, does it take a literal earth-shattering event to make us appreciate what's right beneath our feet? Or is the real tremor not the one that moves the ground, but the one that moves the heart? “Forget the shoes, Char,” Samantha said, remarkably calm
That night, Big showed up at Carrie’s doorstep, windblown and smelling of expensive tobacco and adrenaline. He didn't have a witty remark or a grand gesture. He just looked at her. “You okay, kid?” he asked. “The subways are down
The four women were huddled under a heavy mahogany table at Balthazar , an establishment that usually served eggs Benedict with a side of judgment, but was currently serving pure, unadulterated panic.