libralibrarian:

“You’re real,” he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face. His eyes rolled up and he slumped to the the floor in a shower of papers and oddments that had been sitting on the press-he fell rather gracefully for such a large man, I thought abstractedly. – Voyager

scinnlaece:

“Once I had thought I was whole – had seemed to be able to love a man, to bear a child, to heal the sick–and know that all these things were natural parts of me, not the difficult, troubled fragments into which my life had now disintegrated. But that had been in the past, the man I had loved was Jamie, and for a time, I had been part of something greater than myself.”