“How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?”
“Salcombe Hardy groaned: "How long, O Lord, how long shall we have to listen to all this tripe about commercial arsenic? Murderers learn it now at their mother's knee.”
“That was how long ago?”
“Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.”
“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”
“She could remember a time when she thought things could be right with her and Jack. Now it seemed like that was such a long time ago. How could she have ever told herself things were going to be alright? She now knew with every once of her being that there was absolutely nothing left of the man she had once loved.”