[The culture] appealed to my senses. It was a very sensual thing. I love the smells, sights, the sounds, feelings, tastes. My senses tend to be more sharp in Greece.

I fell in love with the land, the culture and the history.

The source for any inspiration comes from sights, sounds, smell, taste, and touch.

Baseball is my escape. The sights, the sounds, the way the park smells. There is truly no place I would rather be than at a game.

I like the warmth in the people. They love to meet foreigners. People take you into their lives and homes.

As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour