The graceful Georgian streets and squares, a series of steel engravings under a wet sky. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
We are on a sexual binge in this country. ... One consequence of this binge is that while people now get into bed more… — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
The real trouble with the doctor image in America is that it has been grayed by the image of the doctor-as-businessman, the doctor-as-bureaucrat, the… — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
Roughly speaking, the President of the United States knows what his job is. Constitution and custom spell it out, for him as well as… — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
The mark of a true crush... is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
The majority of Utah's citizens do not merely approve the death penalty, they demand it - the state religion demands it. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
In Utah, the American melting pot is unstirred. Three out of four people are Mormons, and they are all here in this bleakly beautiful… — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
Ours is the first society in history in which parents expect to learn from their children, rather than the other way around. Such a… — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
The notion that the great artist requires a great patron has been around since the Pharaohs. That the born patron also needs an artist… — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
The law changes and flows like water, and . . . the stream of women's rights law has become a sudden rushing torrent. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
The paradox of Reality is that no image is as compelling as the one which exists only in the mind's eye. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
Mind and body are not to be taken lightly. Their connection is intimate and mysterious, and better mapped by poets than pornographers. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
Writing about your family is the hardest thing, unless you had the perfect happy family life, which very few of us have had. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
Between the two poles of whole-truth and half-truth is slung the chancy hammock in which we all rock. — Shana Alexander Copy Share Image
