P. J. Tucker Quotes

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

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 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.

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.

Wherever I go, stuff accumulates.

It's human nature to take the easy route and leap at storage methods that promise quick and convenient ways to remove visible clutter. Putting things away creates the illusion that the clutter problem has been solved. But sooner or later, all the storage units are full, and the room once again overflows with things.

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.

Hmm... my bedroom's really messy. It's probably the messiest bedroom you could ever think of. Like, you think it's messy, but when you go there, you can't see one bit of floor anywhere. Clothes, makeup... I'm getting sent loads of clothes and stuff, so it's just piling up everywhere. I've to jump over it in order to get into my bed.

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

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!

Imagine two years worth of stuff that you've been holding on to and everything just keeps piling up to the point where the pot just overflows. You know what happens when a pot overflows? It hits the side of the pan and it hits the fire and the fire just explodes.

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

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!"

Clutter is my natural habitat.

There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.

I'm somewhat of a hoarder. I keep everything.

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.'

If you've had something for more than six months, and it's still not repaired, it's clutter.

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.

There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.

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!

I have a living room full of clothes. It's insane.

I hate a messy closet. I totally freak out when my closet is messy and I can't find anything.