Sanitation and cleanliness are among the humblest of the civic virtues, and it is easy to underestimate their significance.
When I was very young, I used to clean up after my parents. If I stay in a hotel, I make the bed and clean the room when I get up, even the bathroom mirror, for which I carry a tiny bottle of ammonia.
I'm really hygienic.
You can get away with black sweatpants for a day or two, but pink is something you wear for one day: the day before you go to the washer or cleaners. When people wear pink t-shirts for three straight days, it disturbs me. It aggravates me.
Our Quakers love us. we're big with the Quakers. It's all about cleanliness.
Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.
I would not drink bottles of water at my mom's house because I never knew how long she'd been refilling them from the sink and putting them back in the refrigerator.
I don't care about style, but I am a total clean freak, so a messy home is a deal breaker. I had one girlfriend who never wanted to go back to her place. When we finally did, it turned out that she was sleeping on her couch because her bedroom was so messy. That is a prime example of someone I don't want to be around.
I really liked German food. And it's very clean.. It's a very clean country. They kind of get rid of the waste really well... the garbage.
I'm a tough girl, and I can go without a shower bot a week and be fine with that. But I will not sleep on dirty sheets.
A Frenchman may possibly be clean; an Englishman is conscientiously clean.
Toilet paper - and no baby wipes - in the bathroom. If they're using dry paper, they aren't washing all of themselves. It's just unclean. So if I go in a woman's house and see the toilet paper there, I'll explain this. And if she doesn't make the adjustment to baby wipes, I'll know she's not completely clean.
If it isn't spotless, it isn't clean!
I smell of sweat. I don't like people smelling of all these weird things. I think deodorant is disgusting.
I shall never have a bath again," I said. "Just dont have one too often," my grandmother said. "Once a month is quite enough for a sensible child." It was at times like these that I loved my grandmother more than ever.
I cannot go to sleep with dishes in the sink.
The contempt of money is no more a virtue than to wash one's hand is one; but one does not willingly shake hands with a man that never washes his.
Have you ever taken something out of the clothes hamper because it had become, relatively, the cleanest thing?
While Person A might believe the kitchen counter provides a reasonable surface on which to place one's balled-up sweatsocks post-gym, Person B - about to cut up some vegetables on that same counter, perhaps for a meal intended to be shared with Person A - can only read the sockball as a message that says, 'Hi! I have contempt for you!'
I travel with my own long silk robe. At the hotel, you just never know if the robes have been washed after they've been worn by other people.
But, you know again, getting back to what a group like ours might represent - the cleanliness thing.
It's disgusting eating over a keyboard.
It's tough to stay married. My wife kisses the dog on the lips, yet she won't drink from my glass.
I clean my house, although I have help. I'm on the floor getting spots. I can't stand a dirty house. I'm a cleaning fanatic.
You know I've never agreed with baths. Sittin' around in your own dirt like that.
