Don’t worry. The only skeletons in my closet belong to the mice.

I’m a closet sociopath. You can tell by all the skeletons I have hanging up next to my clothes.

Everybody has a skeleton in the closet; the thing is to keep ’em there and not at the feast.

Every closet has a skeleton. This is a natural law.

I don’t have any skeletons in my closet that can’t be allowed out.

I write scripts to serve as skeletons awaiting the flesh and sinew of images.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them

Some aspects of initiation rites may be detected archaeologically through skeletal alterations, rock art motifs, and props such as scarified dolls.

A skeleton in the closet saves on a grave.

Every heart has its own skeletons.

Imagine trying to identify and compare equivalent bits of anatomy shared between an oyster, a beetle and a blue whale. That is essentially the problem we face with early vertebrate fossils.

They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.

The Smithsonian Institute has 33,000 sets of human remains in their basement ... Many of them were taken while the people were still alive. They were so desperate to find missing links, so desperate to prove their theory that they murdered people to prove it. It was the philosophy of evolution that drove them.

They went into my closets looking for skeletons, but thank God, all they found were shoes, beautiful shoes.