"To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day."

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For the world is founded and built up on death, and the reality of death is neither to be questioned nor feared. Death is a dark dream, but it is not a nightmare. It is mankind's lack of pity, mankind's fatal propensity for torture, that is the nightmare.

— Mary Webb