In Paris, everything's for sale: wise virgins, foolish virgins, truth and lies, tears and smiles.
We all, as engineers, doctors, have a big responsibility to bring smiles on the faces of suffering humanity.
Irony is the recourse of the weak-minded wimp, I think. I hate bands that deliver their songs with knowing smiles on their faces, so that if those songs fall flat they can say 'Ah well, we never really meant it anyway.' It's so dishonest.
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself, but never speaks.
I think there will be more smiles when the smoke clears.
I had this tic where I touch my mouth to my knee, and I'm always screwing up my back. I've had two shoulder surgeries. My doctor just smiles and laughs at me.
Smiles come naturally to me, but I started thinking of them as an art form at my command. I studied all the time. I looked at magazines, I'd practice in front of the mirror and I'd ask photographers about the best angles. I can now pull out a smile at will.
