John Steinbeck Quotes

I myself never make any notes. Usually, if I write something down, I can't read it afterwards.

I bring to my life a certain amount of mess.

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

I'm not married, I frequently use my debit card to buy things that cost less than three dollars, and my bedroom is so untidy it looks like vandals ransacked the Anthropologie sale section. I'm kind of a mess.

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

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 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.

Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week’s time.

Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.

I have a bad memory for facts.

This is chaos—organized chaos at best.

This place is a mess!

I've always been forgetful.

I got shoes literally all over my house.

I have a really bad memory, to be honest.

My teammates will tell you I find it hard to remember what happened two weeks earlier, let alone what happened a decade and a half back.

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

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

I was, am, and likely forever will be a huge mess.

One thing I could tell you is that I'm all over the place.

My bag explodes with clothes all over my hotel room floor every day.

I'm a mess, and I'm messy. I'm very, very bad at organizing myself.

I'm pleased to see that the cab is cluttered with cough drop wrappers and empty milk bottles and bits of mud-smeared newspapers made brittle by age. Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.