“Asking a writer why they like to write {in the theoretical sense of the question} is like asking a person why they breathe. For me, writing is a natural reflex to the beauty, the events, and the people I see… — 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… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“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
“Because prayer is the best way to set a wrong thing right again. Admitting I don't have the answers. Asking the One who does… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“Asking a writer why they like to write {in the theoretical sense of the question} is like asking a person why they breathe. For… — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
“The world was at my fingertips. But I was tired of being at its fingertips.” — Rachel Heffington Copy Share Image
