I suffered from post-natal depression after Rowan was born. I had a healthy beautiful baby girl and I couldn't look at her. I couldn't hold her smile at her. All I wanted was to disappear and die.

The Viennese wash everything. Where else in the world does the government hire public servants to wash public telephone booths and the glass over traffic lights? Every time I see someone doing these things I smile like a child.

You know there's nothing like seeing the smile on my kids' faces. Laughing together. Playing. It's the best.

We're teaching our kids that attributes as vague and relatively meaningless as a toothy smile or a fine head of hair make a fine statement about a person.

Most smiles are started by another smile.

I just sing the stuff that makes me smile makes me feel like I didn't sell myself out.

Many people say I smile more in Africa than in Sweden.

I feel like a little kid who just walked into a candy store. I think that's something to smile about.

It is clear I was never the Pretty Girl. I had my two front teeth knocked out when I was 10 and didn't fix them until I was 19. I have a crooked smile and a nose that looks like it's been broken 12 times but never has been. My nose was always red so people called me Rudolph. My whole face is off-center.

When Whitney Houston died I felt great sadness. My sadness of course was about our collective loss - when you listened to this nightingale sing your body would drop into a chair your head would tilt up a small smile would creep across your face and inside you knew that there was a higher power somewhere: gifted beautiful spiritual.