Matthew Gray Gubler Quotes

I got cribs all over the place and offices all over the place, and sometimes I lose track of my stuff.

I bring to my life a certain amount of mess.

I'm very unorganized.

Some men's memory is like a box where a man should mingle his jewels with his old shoes.

If I print something out, I just spend all my time trying to find where I've put it down.

There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.

Occasionally, I have to think like myself to remember where I put something.

I don't make notes for myself because I either lose them or they make no sense to me at all. I once found a piece of paper with the note: 'everything.' Apparently I made a note to myself not to forget everything!

My worst habit is probably that I'm extremely messy. I'm a big scatter-brain - I'm always losing my car keys, or worse, forgetting where I parked my car in the car park.

I'm too disorganized.

I don't know where my phone is half the time.

I have so many comics laying around the house and I've never been great at keeping them organized.

I'm naturally all over the place and scatter-brained.

When I do a show, I jot little notes for me to remember, and when the show is done and forgotten, I chuck them all over the car. My wife goes nuts.

Eventually, everything gets stuck between a pair of parentheses or buried in the bottom of a trunk.

I'm going to have to take one of my bedrooms and gut it out and make it into a big closet, because now I'm starting to put sneakers in the pantry. Even my maids are like, "No more, please! It's too much!"

My father can not finish a sentence. When we were kids he would go, 'Girls the most important thing in life to remember is...' 'Daddy, what is it?' 'What's what, honey?' 'The most important thing in life to remember.' 'Oh, what's that?'

He never forgot anything but he never bothered to arrange his memories. -Hazel, Cannery Row

No-pocket jeans are only slightly less irritating than thong underwear.

You're really spread out now, you've got stuff all over the WORLD! You've got stuff at home, stuff in storage, stuff in Honolulu, stuff in Maui, stuff in your pockets...supply lines are getting longer and harder to maintain.

In the railroads, some people read clearly printed departure signs and then proceed to ask several times what they say. On airplanes, they demand things they know they cannot have. In their cars, they load up, drive away and then suddenly realize they don't know where they're going.

I have so many boxing gloves around my house that I would get them confused with other gloves.

Now, I meant to talk about something else earlier on, and I've forgotten what it was. I've remembered what it is again, but I've also forgotten. And that's really what adult life is like most of the time.

Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that—although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle.

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