“In ten years time I’ll be… (dead) sixty.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll be a Marine ‘til they bury my cold, dead, decrepit ass in the ground a good fifty or sixty years from now.”

“In ten years they would be dead, deported or in leadership positions.”

“that is not the last word; it is not even an apt word; it is a dead word from ten years back.”

“I said it before and I’ll say it again: books are dead, plays are dead, poems are dead: there’s only movies.Music is still okay, because music is sound track. Ten, fifteen years ago, every arts student wanted to be a novelist or a playwright. I’d be amazed if you could find a single one now with such a dead-end ambition. They all want to make movies. Not write movies. You don’t write movies. You make movies.”

“I was ripe ten years ago. Now I’m merely preserved, and before long I’ll be buried back in the orchard with the other pits.”-Amanda to Jack”