Shana Alexander
Shana Alexander
Shana Alexanderwas an American journalist. Although she became the first woman staff writer and columnist for Life magazine, she was best known for her participation in the "Point-Counterpoint" debate segments of 60 Minutes with conservative James J. Kilpatrick. She was a daughter of Tin Pan Alley composer Milton Ager, who composed the song "Happy Days Are Here Again", and his wife, columnist Cecelia Ager...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth6 October 1925
CountryUnited States of America
The price of shallow sex may be a corresponding loss of capacity for deep love.
This is what holidays, travels, vacations are about. It is not really rest or even leisure we chase. We strain to renew our capacity for wonder to shock ourselves into astonishment once again.
The mark of a true crush... is that you fall in love first and grope for reasons afterward.
The sad truth is that excellence makes people nervous.
The Sugarplum Fairy herself could have made no grander gesture.
The law changes and flows like water, and the stream of women's rights law has become a sudden rushing torrent.
I don't believe man is a woman's natural enemy. Perhaps his lawyer is.
The graceful Georgian streets and squares, a series of steel engravings under a wet sky.
Though a plane is not the ideal place really to think, to reassess or reevaluate things, it is a great place to have the illusion of doing so, and often the illusion will suffice.
When the prima ballerina found ground glass in her toe slipper every other dancer in the company was equally suspect.
At Gatling-gun tempo word-perfect the first time out. the journalistic equivalent of a high-wire front somersault without a net.
Rome's riches are in too immediate juxtaposition. Under the lid of awful August heat, one moves dizzily from church to palace to fountain to ruin, a single fly at a banquet, not knowing where to light.
How is the newcomer to deal with Rome? What is one to make of this marble rubble, this milk of wolves, this blood of Caesars, this sunrise of Renaissance, this baroquery of blown stone, this warm hive of Italians, this antipasto of civilization?
A handwritten, personal letter has become a genuine modern-day luxury, like a child's pony ride.