Time lies frozen there. It's always Then. It's never Now.

She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess

Every now and then, markets behave like schoolchildren. They overreact, they run around like crazy.

If it continues, he's toast.

I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.