When I'm in the U.K. I find myself using a lot of Britishisms.
I have a lot of fond memories of my life in England.
I loved England's gentility and its civility. I'm from the Bronx, with a Bronx accent. I love the beauty of its language, the ways it's spoken. I love the green grass of England and the flowers.
The fact is that I loved being in England.
Living in England is fascinating: I discover a new world every day.
My mother has always been an Anglophile and taught my sister and me to love British history and literature.
I have an English family and I've lived in England for years.
When I was younger, I was in love with everything about the British Isles, from British folklore to Celtic music. That was always where my passions were as a young girl, and so I studied folklore as a college student in England and Ireland.
I am still adapting to London life, but England was always a country that 'interested me.
The nice thing about England is that they actually speak English.
The English take their pleasures sadly, after the fashion of their country.
I live in London, and I spend a lot of time in England and have a lot of British friends.
I'm an anglophile. I visit England regularly, sometimes three or four times a year, at least once a year.
I respect the British a lot - their history, their past, their culture. I think it's beautiful, what they have with the monarchy.
Americans are always mortified when I tell them this, but in England, it's a tradition to put your plaques and photographs and awards and gold records and stuff in your bathroom. I don't know why.
I was brought up in Britain, and I'm very proud of my Britishness and my culture.
As I absorbed life here and understood it better, I just completely fell in love with England.
I love New York, but I have to admit that I feel very English, and I do miss that sense of history that you have everywhere in Britain.
I have to understand the rules here in England.
My grandparents were far more English in their manners than they were Chinese. For example, we spoke English at home, had afternoon tea every day, and my grandfather, who attended university in Scotland, would smoke his pipe after dinner.
I've completely fallen in love with the U.K., and I'd love to spend a couple of months a year there.
I did live over in the U.K. for a while, so I guess I'm just naturally a Brit at heart.
Outside of my own home, England is my second home.
My father was never interested in anything outside England. He was an Anglophile who was interested in things that, in his mind, were quintessentially English.
I just love being in the U.K.
