Quotes by E.L. James

You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince

Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdins lamp all rolled into one

I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.” “Me, too,” he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.

I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.

I want my world to start and end with you.

AnatasiaYou Are My More My Love, My LifeChristian

Ive never wanted more, until I met you.

I shrug, trapped. I don’t want to lose him. In spite of all his demands, his need to control, his scary vices. I have never felt as alive as I do now. It’s a thrill to be sitting here beside him. He’s so unpredictable, sexy, smart, and funny. But hismoods… oh – and he wants to hurt me. He says he’ll think about my reservations, but it still scares me. I close my eyes. What can I say? Deep down I would just like more, more affection, more playful Christian, more… love.

Your stepfather? Id like to meet him.Oh no... why?Im not sure thats a good idea.Christian unlocks the door, his mouth in a grim line.Are you ashamed of me?No! Its my turn to sound exasperated. Introduce you to my dad as what? This is the man who deflowered me and wants to start a BDSM relationship. Youre not wearing running shoes.

From: Anastasia SteeleSubject: MoaningDate: May 31 2011 19:39 ESTTo: Christian GreyGotta go.Laters, baby......From: Christian GreySubject: PlagiarismDate: May 31 2011 16:41To: Anastasia SteeleYou stole my line.And left me hanging.Enjoy your dinner.Christian GreyCEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Sometimes I wonder if theres something wrong with me. Perhaps Ive spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

You wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.“You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room.“And here are the flowers,” I whisper, completing his sentence. “Christian, it’s lovely.

Dont get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.

Of course. Silly me. Such a sad, exciting score, which no doubt you can play? So many accomplishments, Mr. Grey.”“And the greatest one is you, Miss Steele.

Good evening, Mrs. Grey, Christian says softly. Hes standing by the piano, dressed in a tight black T-shirt, and jeans...those jeans- the ones he wore in the playroom. Oh my. They are over washed pale-blue denim, snug, ripped at the knee and hot. He saunters over to me, his feet bare, the top button of the jeans undone, his smoldering eyes never leaving mine. Good to have you home. Ive been waiting for you.

He moves suddenly so that his hand is cupping my sex, and one of his fingers sinks slowly into me. His other arm holds me firmly in place around my waist. “This is mine,” he whispers aggressively. “All mine. Do you understand?” He eases his finger in and out as he gazes down at me, gauging my reaction, his eyes burning.“Yes, yours…”Abruptly, he moves, doing several things at once: Withdrawing his fingers, leaving me wanting, unzipping his fly, and pushing me down onto the couch so he’s lying on top of me.“Hands on your head,” he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing my legs wider…“We don’t have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?Don’t come, or I will spank you,” he says through clenched teeth.

He tastes of white wine and apple pie and Christian. I run my fingers through his hair, holding him to me while our tongues explore and curl and twist around each other, my blood heating in my veins.Were breathless when Christian pulls away.

Youve brushed your teeth, He says, staring at me.I used your toothbrush.His lips quirk up in a half smile. Oh Anastasia Steele, what am I going to do with you?

I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can’t love me.

Its much easier to wear your pain on the outside...