Good English, well spoken and well written will open more doors than a college degree. . . Bad English will slam doors you don't even know exist.
I wanted to have a title that wasn't in English so that someone in France, for instance, could ask for 'dix-huit' or the someone in Japan could ask for 'juhachi. '
What? It's my job as best friend to make sure he's not a serial killer. Or an English major, not sure which one's worse.
A person who speaks good English in New York sounds like a foreigner.
I love librarians more than any other people in the world. When I was an immigrant kid, they’ve made me feel like a human being and they gave me books that taught me English.
My accent was horrible. In Mexico, nobody says, 'You speak English with a good accent. ' You either speak English, or you don't: As long as you can communicate, no one cares.
She spoke perfect English, which led to considerable trouble. She couldn't understand us at all.
I used to say, "Go boldly in among the English," and then I used to go boldly in myself.
Let the teachers learn the kids English. Ol' Diz will learn the kids baseball.
I had to read Wuthering Heights for English and I never enjoyed a book in all my life as much as that one.
The women in my life have all been librarians, English teachers, or booksellers. If they couldn't speak pidgin Tolstoy, articulate Henry James, or give me directions to Usher and Ox, it was no go. I have always longed for education, and pillow talk's the best.
I was a halfway-decent-looking English boy who looked nice in a drawing-room standing by a piano.
Hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
Among pacifists it was above all the English who always insisted on the importance of disarmament. They said that the man in the street would not understand the kind of pacifism that neglected to demand immediate restriction of armaments.
French sounds flat. In English, you can play with pitch.
If you can describe clearly without a diagram the proper way of making this or that knot, then you are a master of the English language.
If England has any dignity left in the way of literature, she will forget for ever the pitiful antics of English Literature's performing flea.
I excelled in English while I was at school.
My mom and my dad wanted my brother and I to have a better life, you know, better education, better jobs. It was probably harder, much, much harder, for my parents. When you're a kid, you can learn a language much more easily; I learned English in less than a year.
A strange adventure befell me while I was playing my Sonata in B flat minor before some English friends. I had played the Allegro and the Scherzo more or less correctly. I was about to attack the March when suddenly I saw arising from the body of my piano those cursed creatures which had appeared to me one lugubrious night at the Chartreuse. I had to leave for one instant to pull myself together after which I continued without saying anything.