“I’m just more content with myself. Like, if I’ve got something to say, I want to get it off of my chest.”

I’m not out here to be showing you I’m this perfect person.

I’m sure they’ve moved on. But in the back of my mind, I still have a thing for Seattle and always am going to remember what they’ve done for me.

I don’t have to be anybody I’m not.

I’m obviously not going to give you everything about my whole life, but as far as my personality, you see me all the time from watching the games.

The grass is not always greener on the other side. You learn to appreciate these people.

Chemistry is important. If you like your teammates, it’s going to be easier to play with them on the court.

I know what to keep to myself. I know what I want to give up.

I’m just content with myself, happy with myself.

I’m going to be me at the end of the day. And I think my family appreciates that. They’re happy for me that I’m finding out who I am, and I’m content with that.

I know that the hard work got me here. And the day I stop working hard, this can all go away.

I’m going to let you know the real, and I’m going to let you know the real as I can about me.

My mom just wants to make sure that my heart is always in whatever I do and I’m in things for the right reasons.

I’m tired of being second…. I’m done with it.

Our best years are only ahead of us, so we got to continue to keep pushing.

I go to sleep at night, like, ‘Am I gonna be alone forever?’

I like what I like, I am who I am, I know what I want to do, you know what I’m saying?

Seek no homes in other people’s chests.

You pause and attend: the heart beats in your chest; outside, the trees are thick with new leaves, a swallow dips over them, the light moves, people are going about their business.

You can’t hurt a man with a pinprick when he’s already got a spear in his chest.

Every person has a revolution beating within his or her chest

My chest expanded and I suddenly wanted to beat on it with my fist. The girl was making me go all caveman.” -Marcus Hardy

With Woods arms wrapped around me and the beat of his heart pressed against my chest, I knew he would hold me steady. If I ever fell, I’d have him to catch me.

Press your ear to my chest and listen where a heartbeat should sing you will hear the melancholy songs of tired whales.

Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.