I was born in Texas and I lived there 'till I was 8. Then I moved to the Dominican Republic with my mom lived there for two years and forgot every word of English I knew.

I could never have pictured myself writing a book when I was 25 years old. My mom was an English teacher but I wasn't that way growing up.

I really want to adopt a child... I want to be called 'Mom.' It really is the most beautiful word in the English language.

English culture is basically homosexual in the sense that the men only really care about other men.

French novels generally treat of the relations of women to the world and to lovers after marriage consequently there is a great deal in French novels about adultery about improper relations between the sexes about many things which the English public would not allow.

We should not blur the lines between legal and illegal immigrants. Millions of people around the world have gone through the process to come here legally and they followed the rules that required them to pay a fee learn English and learn about American history and government.

Everywhere among the English-speaking race criminal justice was rude and punishments were barbarous but the tendency was to do away with special privileges and legal exemptions.

I think the biggest difficulty is that when I'm here in America there's a necessity of using English so I really have a great sense of really wanting to learn but unfortunately when I head back to Japan the necessity vanishes and so does my enthusiasm about learning.

Particularly for English people Shakespeare is always at the forefront of both drama and the English language. He's always been there. I can't remember starting school and not learning about him.

The relation of repetitions for learning and for repeating English stanzas needs no amplification. These were learned by heart on the first day with less than half of the repetitions necessary for the shortest of the syllable series.

I spend more time learning about Buddhism than English which is why my English today is still bad.

I'm learning English at the moment. I can say 'Big Ben' 'Hello Rodney' 'Tower Bridge' and 'Loo'.

Every immigrant who comes here should be required within five years to learn English or leave the country.

English girls' schools today providing the higher education are so far as my knowledge goes worthily representative of that astonishing rise in the intellectual standards of women which has taken place in the last half-century.

And I'm walking along and we're laughing kidding joking and see he understood the leader the one we called the leader had some knowledge of English although limited.

I grew up in a bookless house - my parents didn't read poetry so if I hadn't had the chance to experience it at school I'd never have experienced it. But I loved English and I was very lucky in that I had inspirational English teachers Miss Scriven and Mr. Walker and they liked us to learn poems by heart which I found I loved doing.

The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination: it is the property of the language itself.

New York City is home to so many people from so many places and the uniqueness of it is that you never feel a foreigner. English is almost hardly ever heard in the subway. In fact it's weird.

I'm an afternoon tea type of girl. I come from a Russian background where we love our teas. So between lunch and dinner after training I come home and I love a nice cup of tea with jam in it as we drink it there. Black English Breakfast with raspberry jam is my favorite.

One of the great privileges of having grown up in a middle-class literary English household but having gone to school in the front lines in Southeast London was that I became half-street-urchin and half-good-boy at home. I knew that dichotomy was possible.

I think what is British about me is my feelings and awareness of others and their situations. English people are always known to be well mannered and cold but we are not cold - we don't interfere in your situation. If we are heartbroken we don't scream in your face with tears - we go home and cry on our own.

Yes they broke the law but we can't deport them. Let's get over this pointing fingers and do something about that whether it - they have to pay a fine learn to speak English the history you can do that. And then you have to give visas for the skills we need.

Today for the first time in history a Bishop of Rome sets foot on English soil. This fair land once a distant outpost of the pagan world has become through the preaching of the Gospel a beloved and gifted portion of Christ's vineyard.

There is no happiness in love except at the end of an English novel.