You can't smile words. You can say them, you can shout, whisper or scream them, but you can't smile or (worse) beam them.

'Yes, it's a nice day,' smiled Roger.

No no no. Just turn it around and you can see how wrong that is.

Roger smiled, 'Yes, it's a nice day.'

If Roger really has to smile, that first sentence should be either

'Yes, it's a nice day.' Roger smiled.

or something like

'Yes, it's a nice day,' said Roger, smiling.

I am just reading a best-seller, and someone has just beamed some words. Aaargh. Words fail me.

I had been trying to contact my old friend Beryl, who was planning to come up to my book launch from England. She appears in the book and we were going to do a sort of duologue as one of the readings.
   But alas, she didn't answer for some weeks and then just yesterday her brother picked up instead. I expect some of you have been there before: I knew immediately what had happened. Beryl had died a week or so ago, superficially from a stroke, but she had a lot of things wrong with her.
   I used to ring her about monthly, just for a chat, and she was always cheerful and never complained. She and her husband Ralph turned my life upside down...in a good way...very many years ago.
   I shall miss her.