• My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I’ve ever unleashed in my entire life. I didn’t even know my face could do this. It’s like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.

    Laini Taylor (2017). “Night of Cake and Puppets: A Daughter of Smoke and Bone Novella”, p.108, Hachette UK