Courtney A. Kemp Quotes

In New York, I live on a compost heap of all the stuff I accumulate.

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.

I got shoes literally all over my house.

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

I'm a real hoarder.

The more storage you have, the more stuff you accumulate.

There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.

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.

People surround themselves in their houses with things they don't really need, that they have to dust all the time.

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

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 keep everything. It's one of my problems. I'm a saver.

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

I'm a pack rat, like most people.

Clutter is my natural habitat.

I like messy. What fun is tidy?

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'm somewhat of a hoarder. I keep everything.

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 a hoarder.

I'm way too disorganized.

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