“… all his faces were designed to express rage or loathing. Now that something had happened which really deserved a face, he had none to celebrate it with. As a kind of token, he made his Sex Life in Ancient Rome face.”

“His eyes were rolling in their sockets, and his face had taken on the colour and expression of a devout tomato. I could see he loved like a thousand bricks.”

“With his sunglasses gone and his scarf hanging down, there was no denying that he had no flesh, he had no skin, he had no eyes and he had no face.
All he had was a skull for a head.”

“He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.”

“[He] saw that a peculiar expression had come into his nephew's face; an expression a little like that of a young hindu fakir who having settled himself on his first bed of spikes is beginning to wish that he had chosen one of the easier religions.”

“He had a dashing smile. It nearly dashed right off his face.”

“He has the strangest expression on his face—the emotive equivalent of 404”

“The baby!’ Nico grinned, which hurt his face muscles. He wasn’t used to making that expression. ‘Mellie and the kid are all right?”

“[Of Coleridge] His face when he repeats his verses hath its ancient glory, an Archangel a little damaged.”

“After that “amen,” Evaristo discovered the faces of approval and fear of his audience, so he knew that he already had them in his hands.”