Jayma Mays Quotes

I have so many messy moments.

I bring to my life a certain amount of mess.

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

This place is a mess!

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.

There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust, that old women might have told fortunes in them better than in grouts of tea.

The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room.

I grew up in a school system . . . where nobody understood the meaning of learning disorder. In the West Indies, I was constantly being physically abused because the whipping of students was permitted.

Today we live in a chaos of straight lines, in a jungle of straight lines. If you do not believe this, take the trouble to count the straight lines which surround you. Then you will understand, for you will never finish counting.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

Where the past is venerated the clean and those who clean things up should be kept out. Piety is never happy without a little dust, dirt, and rubbish.

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.

DEAL is a most villainous place. It is full of filthy-looking people.Great desolationof abomination has beengoing on here.

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.

With boys you always know where you stand. Right in the path of a hurricane. It's all there. The fruit flies hovering over their waste can, the hamster trying to escape to cleaner air, the bedrooms decorated in Early Bus Station Restroom.

It is ridiculous that I have so many shoes I don't wear. I worry that they're sitting there, being sad.

Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

There's something of everything in my bathroom.

My wife would probably say I'm the messiest person in the history of husbands.

And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

There is a dysfunctional strangeness to Los Angeles that doesn't exist in any other western city. The roads are crumbling, no-one knows what they're doing, the city government barely works.

It cannot be when the root is neglected that what springs from it will be well ordered.

Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.

Houses are full of things that gather dust