Hell is paved with priests' skulls.
Civilized men are more discourteous than savages because they know they can be impolite without having their skulls split, as a general thing.
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
It's got all the elements of keeping it shred, too, ... Skulls, fire, eyeballs, wings, devil signs -- it's pretty much got everything you want. It's like a grab bag.
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.
Devils and monster faces and skulls and things like that are pretty consistent with somebody having a lot of hate in their hearts.
Finding two virtually complete big cat skulls dating back to the 13th and 15th Centuries from the moat adjacent to the Middle and Lion Towers suggests they were kept in this area.
People think it's so morbid because we decorate with a lot of bones and skulls. To us, that's not morbid. That's what we are when we die.
That's why the remains were so mingled and only a few skulls had been found.
One cop was reaching for his gun. I had to break open one of the skulls to prove that these were fake.