“I hate smiling. It makes me feel weak and powerless and small. I've always been like that; I don't smile in any pictures.”

“You don't feel like smiling? Then what? Force yourself to smile. Act as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy.”

“I like it when my mother smiles. And I especially like it when I make her smile.”

“Smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.”

“You and I, we’re two of a kind, I hate to say it but you’ll never relate, what makes you tick? It makes me smile. ~”

“Smiling makes me feel weak and not in control and not powerful and small. Writing a song is so personal. You have to have trust in someone you're working with; otherwise, you're not gonna come out with something that's really you.”

“And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.”

“I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.”

“I feel powerless all the time, but I regain my energy by making a very small difference that won’t cost me much.”

“A baseball bat could not have hit me harder than that smile did. I was sixteen years old. In that time, how many thousands of smiles had been aimed at me? so why did this one feel like the first?”