Carey Mulligan Quotes

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

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.

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

The thing with me is, I'm both untidy and I hate mess. But I'm not untidy in communal spaces, like living rooms. My bedroom is havoc.

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.

Chilling out on the bed in your hotel room watching television, while wearing your own pajamas, is sometimes the best part of a vacation.

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!

Packing is always a nightmare.

My temper manifests itself when I can't find something. I could swear that there is a plot against me to put kitchen utensils in the wrong drawers.

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

I am like that guy on the 'Odd Couple,' and it is not the neat guy. I go into my room and find pieces of pizza under the laundry.

I can't stand things being out of place.

I'm not a minimalist, not at all. I feel much better, safer even, having a large piece.

I usually work in a room which is totally cluttered with my mess, and there's stuff everywhere, and it's kind of chaotic because I am a very messy person. I could totally write in a pristine environment, but it would mean I would have to be at someone else's house.

Everything has got a place in my house. If something is moved I get a panic attack.

I like a messy hotel room. It's a little slice of home.

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.

I have this feeling that if I could sort out what's on my dining room table, everything would fall into place.

When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

If I'm alone at home, I get increasingly restless, bothered by the idea that I'm missing some crucial encounter out there somewhere. But if I'm left by myself in someone else's place, I often find myself a nice sense of peace engulfing me. I love sinking into an unfamiliar sofa with whatever book happens to be lying nearby.

The comfort zone is the great enemy of courage and confidence.

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

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.

I can look at my books with pleasure from a distance. Four feet is close enough.

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.