“And my father dwelt in a tent.”
“Slumber not in the tents of your fathers. The world is advancing.”
“Sawyer: Alone in your tent? Um, no. You're in my tent”
“The empty rooms always had a terribly depressing effect upon my father when he considered, he said, that the person who dwelt in them had to fill them solely with his own fantasies, with fantastic objects, in order not to go out of his mind.”
“The optimist's pleasure was prosaic, for it dwelt on the naturalness of everything; the Christian pleasure was poetic, for it dwelt on the unnaturalness of everything in the light of the supernatural.”
“It was the beginning of the war. I was twelve years old, my parents were alive, and God still dwelt in our town.”