Esther McVey Quotes

Just because I don't speak English with an accent anymore doesn't mean that I'm better than the people who do.

Because I had an accent, people had this impression that I was dumb.

I do have a Mexican accent, but that doesn't mean that I'm a Latin vamp.

I grew up in Mexico, not the U.S., and the fact is that there just aren't any parts for Latin actresses. I have to persuade people that my accent won't be a problem, but an asset.

I know Asian actors out there won't even audition for a role that have an accent. But for me, I was the kid with an accent. I still have an accent to some degree.

People with accents exist and just because they have an accent doesn't mean they're less intelligent or what-have-you.

I love America. I eagerly became a citizen. I have no bitterness toward those casting directors who dismissed me because of my accent, nor toward the producers and directors who wanted to cast me but thought the audience wouldn't accept my accent. I think they're selling their audience short.

Sure, I know that I cannot speak in proper English. I know that I can't sing in proper English. I don't care.

Everyone seemed to be doing well except me and my career. And my accent was no helping me any.

I always wonder whether I'll get treated differently with a different accent.

I am Chinese - it doesn't matter what other people say.

I speak English without an accent, and I speak Spanish without an accent. I really do have the best of both worlds.

I came here when I was almost 22. I'm perfectly bilingual, but I'm never going to sound like Sandra Bullock.

It's old news, me and my accent, but it always seems to make headlines.

I unfortunately don't speak French, but my wife is now fluent in English, which really reflects rather badly on me.

When everyone at school is speaking one language, and a lot of your classmates' parents also speak it, and you go home and see that your community is different -there is a sense of shame attached to that. It really takes growing up to treasure the specialness of being different.

I don't know if I'm truly at home in any language.

I was always curious about the anxiety a person would feel when you open your mouth and you have an accent. You could have a Ph.D. or be a lawyer, but as soon as you say something, you may be diminished in the eyes of someone else.

I still have an accent. But when I return to Prague, I speak the language yet do not know what they are talking about.

One of the biggest problems is - you know, I've got some Hispanic friends - is that a lot of those folks that don't know English, is primarily because they don't even know Spanish. They don't even know their own language.

I always identified myself as non-Swedish. I was never discriminated against, because I looked Swedish and speak without an accent. But I had an outsider's perspective.

That's so different in Hong Kong when I'm using my own mother language, I can treat the line in one thousand different ways, with many different reactions.

In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner. If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it's on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent.

Everybody at home speaks mandarin except me.

I toned down my accent at school; otherwise, people would pick on me.