Charles Dickens Quotes

I warn you, I'm a terrible housekeeper.

I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust.

Houses, like people, are apt to become rather eccentric if left too much on their own; this house was the architectural equivalent of an old gentleman in a worn dressing-gown and torn slippers, who got up and went to bed at odd times of day, and who kept up a continual conversation with friends no one else could see.

I'm too young for Medicare and too old for broads to care.

I have so many messy moments.

Well, it takes all kinds to make a mess.

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'm very unorganized.

In Los Angeles all the loose objects in the country were collected, as if America had been tilted and everything that wasn't tightly screwed down had slid into Southern California.

By the end of Fashion Week my apartment is covered with makeup and clothes and shoes. Everything you can think of.

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 not a clean freak. My house is a mess.

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

I'm actually an incredibly disorganized, messy person.

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've never seen such a goddamned mess in my life.

There is no one to sweep a common hall.

This place is a mess!

When I first moved to L.A., I cleaned apartments after people moved out. When people move, they leave stuff behind and haven't cleaned for weeks. I like to clean - I have no problem with cleaning - but some apartments were filthy and disgusting. And there'd always be a random flip-flop left somewhere on its own.

There's nothing worse than coming home to a room that looks like a catalog.

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

I go home, and there's dust on everything because I'm never there.

I just cannot stand an unmade bed.

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.