“There is something about Christian that is old-fashioned and romantic.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Christian, I’ve long held the belief that you never really had an adolescence—emotionally speaking.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You're not celibate, then?" I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes. "No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I grab the bag and dart into the bathroom away from the unnerving proximity of naked Christian. Michelangelo’s David has nothing on… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin's lamp all rolled into one” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I've never wanted more, until I met you. - Christian Grey, Fifty Shades of Grey” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You've brushed your teeth," He says, staring at me. "I used your toothbrush." His lips quirk up in a half smile. "Oh… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Jack has been cracking the whip. Er . . . I mean . . .” I flush and fall silent. Christian says… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Grey I have received three compliments on my new haircut. Compliments from my staff are new. It must be the ridiculous… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“It's because I'm pregnant, Christian." He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. "If I knew getting you knocked up… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“You okay, baby? Cold" "I'm fine." I glance quickly behind us and see the two security guys, whose names I forget, standing… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“We didn’t-?” I whisper, my mouth drying in mortified horror as I can’t complete the question. I stare at my hands. “Anastasia,… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Goodbye, Christian," I murmur. "Ana, goodbye," he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken,a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I turn and gaze at him midway. Chin up Steele, I chide myself. “Oh... by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” I… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Subject: Sundown Date: June 14 2011 09:35 To: Christian Grey Dear Completely & Utterly Smitten I love waking up with you, too.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Cold?” Christian asks softly and bends to lick and suckle all the ice cream off me once more, his mouth hot compared… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“... I'm laughing at your audacity, Mrs. Lincoln. Christian and I have nothing to do with you. And if I do leave… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Good evening, Mrs. Grey," Christian says softly. He's standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“What am I doing? Perhaps the evil witch had a point. No, I refuse to believe that. She's so cold and cruel.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“No. No!” he says. “I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Life is never going to be boring with Christian, and I’m in this for the long haul. I love this man: my… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“How was Jose when you went to the bar...(Ana) He was fine. (Christian) Palm-twitchingly mad. Especially now.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“From: Christian Grey Subject: &*%$&*&* Date: August 23 2011 11:23 To: Anastasia Grey Believe me when I say there are a great… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I've never wanted more, until I met you." I gasp, reeling. Oh my. Isn't this what I want? He wants more. He… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“This is my favorite place. Buried in you," he murmurs against my skin. "Please, move," I plead. "Slow, Mrs. Grey." He flexes… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Coveralls," I reply, and I know I'm no longer screening what's coming out of my mouth. He raises a eyebrow, amused yet… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, as one, all the Greys stop talking and gape at Christian. What? Christian is singing softly to himself at the piano.… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Don’t,” he murmurs, then kisses me lightly. “Why don’t you like to be touched?” I whisper, staring up into soft gray eyes. “Because I’m… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“I’ve been so busy I haven’t managed to contact her since this morning, but she’s been hovering at the edge of my consciousness all… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Let me ask you something first. Do you want a regular vanilla relationship with no kinky fu*kery at all?” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“And the baby?" The words are anguished, breathless. "The baby's fine, Mr. Grey." "Oh, thank God." The words are litany... a prayer, "Oh, thank… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“No. No!” he says. “I . . .” He looks wildly around the room. For inspiration? For divine intervention? I don’t know. “You can’t… — E.L. James Copy Share Image
“Because we're getting to know each other, and you're stubborn and cantankerous and moody and difficult.” — E.L. James Copy Share Image
