Marco Pierre White Quotes

People who didn't know the depression just don't know what being poor means.

I come from the lower middle class, originally. We didn't have anything.

I grew up poor. My mother raised a family of four on between $9,000 and $15,000 a year.

Very few people can afford to be poor.

I can remember living in the housing projects and being broke like it was yesterday.

I come from a poor family.

I grew up poor.

I was born on the other side of the tracks, in public housing in Brooklyn, New York. My dad never made more than $20,000 a year, and I grew up in a family that lost health insurance. So I was scarred at a young age with understanding what it was like to watch my parents lose access to the American dream.

My background's working class. My parents had to work to make ends meet. We don't come from any sense of privilege.

Growing up in a particular neighborhood, growing up in a working-class family, not having much money, all of those things fire you and can give you an edge, can give you an anger.

I don't come from money.

I was from this small town, and my parents were poor.

I come from a working class family. We barely had anything.

I was one of the poorest people in America.

I came from a background where we didn't have bread. I know what it's like to live with money and no money.

I came from the most humble side of society, and I know what it's like to be poor, really poor, and I was brought up in the '60s and '70s very poor, and I'm very happy flying the flag for the working man.

I've been poor most of my life.

My people are poor and I am one of them.

I would say that many of the characters in my stories do not live in true poverty - they are not out on the street; they are not wondering if there will be anything to eat in the next week. They are people who are at the lower echelons of the economic strata.

Poverty of course is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying.

I grew up in Burbank - but not the Burbank of valet parking and TV studios. In the late 1950s, there was a small apartment complex on Elmwood Avenue that rented mostly to families on welfare. I lived there from age 3 to 11 and again from 14 to 18 with my mother, Shirley, and my younger sister, Toni.

I started life in a poor family and could not even afford a proper tertiary education.

My folks ain't graduated from high school or nothing like that, so we always had to struggle in the family - and I come from a big family.

I grew up in a council house in a poor Scottish town. I came of age during the recession of the mid-1980s when unemployment in my area reached 40 per cent.

Basically as a working class boy I understand when there's not enough money to put food on the table and not knowing where the next dollar comes in from. When you've been in that environment as a child, you never lose it.