For me, coming to the national team is like coming home.

Sometimes the music will tell you where to go. And when you find that place I believe is when you're just connecting to the feelings and the heart and the people you're with.

I like the storytelling and reading the letters, the long-distance dedications. Anytime in radio that you can reach somebody on an emotional level, you're really connecting.

If my daughter has a bad dream and wants to get into my bed, I'm a sucker for her sweet face and warm body next to mine, so I let her jump in. I should tell her to go to bed, but secretly I love it.

I love books where you feel you're having a romance with the writer.

I love collard greens and sweet potatoes. But like, traveling, I'm always just looking for that thing where you feel like there's love in the food. Like one of the best things, in Brazil it's...

A lot of people think I'm that guy in 'Betsy's Wedding', but I'm not. What it is for me is that, on some level, I connect with the character emotionally.

The pressure of his touch through my jacket and my sweater was more assurance than any promise ever made to me. It was a touch that said, I have your back and I am here for you. If a girl wasn't...

It was Brian's blood, and for some reason I knew it was pure. No other man I'd held in my arms - and now, not even I - had blood this pure.

If I ever get a chance to be with you forever, I will like to be within you, to be explored and loved in silence.

I cannot explain what's between us, Lady Newbury, other than to say that I have an uncanny urge to kiss you whenever we meet.

Love. Yes. That's what I feel for you. Your smile makes me happy and your pain makes me hurt with you. Your unhappiness makes me unhappy. Your body makes me ache and you make me hard with need to be...

Collin's playful look turned serious, and he stood, took Ellie's hand, and eased her up to join him. He pulled her into his arms, pressed her close against his hard body, and swayed to the music....

Yes, he said, taking her hand. And now I think I finally understand that old expression - a sight for sore eyes.

C, it was like my breath was stolen. My heart seemed to merge with yours. When you came into my life, all I wanted was you. All I thought about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your lips, and your...

If you don't REALLY miss someone, it's because you never REALLY connected very deeply with them.

He knows. I can see it in his eyes, he feels how much I love him still, and maybe he's always known.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real...

She reached up and touched his face. He allowed her. She explored his warm features. He had a kind face - she could feel that he did.

When you finish reading a book and think to yourself, 'I wish the author was a close friend of mine so I could call him anytime I want and talk,' then that book is truly good.

I imagine the touch of someone who loves you so much, he cannot bear to watch you sleep; and so you wake up with his hand on your heart.