Russell Lynes Quotes

There are tons of things in your home and life that you don't use, need, or even particularly want. They just came into your life as impulsive flotsam and jetsam and never found a good exit. Whether you're aware of it or not, this clutter creates indecision and distractions.

Clutter is my natural habitat.

There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.

I'm not a clean freak. My house is a mess.

The trouble with having a place for everything is how often it gets filled up with everything else.

Wherever I go, stuff accumulates.

My worst habit is my untidiness. It bewilders my family, the degree to which I can create absolute chaos around me.

I hate mess. I have the worst OCD so I'm not a hoarder of clothes.

There is a distinction to be drawn between true collectors and accumulators. Collectors are discriminating; accumulators act at random. The Collyer brothers, who died among the tons of newspapers and trash with which they filled every cubic foot of their house so that they could scarcely move, were a classic example of accumulators, but there are many of us whose houses are filled with all manner of things that we "can't bear to throw away.

I like messy. What fun is tidy?

I'm definitely a messy person... I know where everything is but I just can't organize. I don't make lists and find scripts on the laundry machine, and under my bed, or in the bathroom, kitchen. It's bad, I really need to take control.

My house is very clean apart from a very small part of it that looks as if we've been burgled, which is my office.

I bring to my life a certain amount of mess.

I can be very messy and disorganized. And I don't throw away anything.

I'm not crazy about being out of control, and I get emotional when things are unclean. When things are out of order. When things are messy. Because I lived in a mess as a child.

I'm way too disorganized.

I have a problem with cabinets being messy and people just shoving things in and closing the door. I will lie in bed and not be able to sleep because I'll say to myself: 'I think I saw something in that cabinet that just shouldn't be there.'

I don't really have a domestic inclination. Even my apartment has a semblance of a storage facility. It's just stacks, there are no bookshelves, just books and piles of stamp collections and weird little sewing and knitting projects.

You look in my room and it looks neat enough, but if you dared to look under my bed or in my closet, oh what a mess!

You can literally walk into my apartment and sit on a hat; you can step on a hat; you can probably open up the refrigerator and find a hat tucked under some rotten food. I have a lot of hats.

I'm the biggest slob in the world. My apartment is a mess.

I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!

Because of the accumulation of objects, things are never quite the way I want them to be. There has always been a lack of, well, clarity.

I'm too disorganized.

Messy stuff irritates me. I don't like messiness. If you leave something around my house, I'll tell you to move it back, clean it up, throw it in the trash - don't matter, just get rid of it. I need stuff neat, organized. And once I start cleaning stuff, I don't stop until it's done. Otherwise I'm irritated all day.