“O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid: Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore. But one kiss from her lips On your lips as she slips One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore. For her… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“THAT SCAR. SHE DREW HER EYES FROM IT BUT THEY DESCENDED AGAIN AND YET AGAIN UNTIL SHE FELT PECULIARLY DROWNED IN THE GUILTY MARK.” — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“Also, can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that there has never been and probably will never be another actress as thoroughly… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“People without fine voices would never sing. Children would never draw pictures because they weren't real artists. Learning an instrument would be illegal unless you were a protege and knew instinctively. You could only ever learn the one language to which you were raised. Poor gardeners would not be permitted to try growing seeds. Only the true athletes would be… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share
“Our eyes met and the soul-light danced between. "Well.." he said, "how about coffee?” — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“There was more than one thing wrong with the whole story anyway. Had no one thought it remotely suspicious? Unhappy man marries beautiful woman.… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“I cozied an apple in my hand and tried the weight of it against my palm, contemplating whether or not beaning a judge with… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“Stuffing one muffin in his mouth and a second in his pocket, Auguste slipped into a side passage and away. He'd just take a… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“We are not in a foul humor, Belkin. We are in a corrupt-tempered moon. There is a difference, you know.” — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“Sure, at heart I wanted to be a Dickens, but I hated being great on command.” — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“My, my, what is the world coming to that women should have feet? Even large ones” — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
