You find out a lot about a guy from his closet. A closet can house a lot of neuroses.

Would you shake hands with the monster that lives in your closet?

It's hard for them. I had one client who had never worn jeans, even in casual settings. I had to tell him he dressed like his dad. That kind of sobered him up.

It's a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad idea.

All God's chillun got shoes or can get them in Mrs Marcos's closet, which is large enough to house Mr and Mrs Duvalier, itinerant nonlaborers.

She came to my house one day and said, 'I'm taking you rowing. You don't need to see to row. Let's just go and do this,'