One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
Nice to know I'm in such august company! I do think, though, there is a fine line between creative disorder and "disaster disorder" (as I think of it). I can usually find something in the geological layers of papers or "filing boxes" in my office. But when it gets to the point of impossible—such that I'm spending hours looking desperately for some tidbit I once cut out of a newspaper some months/years previous—then it's no longer fun. Or creativity-enhancing.