E. L. James quotes:

From: Christian GreySubject: &*%$&*&*Date: August 23 2011 11:23To: Anastasia GreyBelieve me when I say there are a great many things he'd like to do to your ass right now. Firing you is not one of them.Christian GreyCEO & Ass man, Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.

I'm looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.

I don't think [Fifty Shades of Grey is] a model for anything. Except maybe in bed.

There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.

I've never wanted more, until I met you. - Christian Grey, Fifty Shades of Grey

Everyone's clamoring for the fourth book in the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy, which makes me laugh. Just the part of 'a fourth book in trilogy' that makes me laugh, not the clamoring for the next book.

If you've been married for 400 years, as I have, it's nice to experience first love again and you can vicariously through a book.

I value my anonymity. I'm happy to come in on the tube or the train and watch other people reading 'Fifty Shades.'

I think women love a passionate love story.

I've worked in television all my life, but really I've always wanted to work in the movies.

I don't watch much British television at all. I mean, it's ironic because I used to work in it for years.

I watch him, enthralled as slowly, like the predator he is, he stalks me in time to the slow sultry beat of the music. He's barefoot, wearing just an untucked white shirt, jeans, and a smoldering look. Nina sings You're mine as Christian reaches me, his intention clear.

You're not celibate, then? I breathe. Amusement lights up his eyes.No, Anastasia, I'm not celibate.

I think women love to read love stories.

I'm a bit of a control freak.

Anastasia, you're going to have to learn to be rich, too, if you say yes.' He says softly. 'Wealth isn't something I've ever aspired to, Christian.' I frown. 'I know. I love that about you. But then you've never been hungry.' He says simply.

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

Language evolves and moves on. It is an organic thing. It is not stuck in an ivory tower, hung with expensive works of art.

So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.

A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?

Never trust a man who can dance.

Yes, I'm a 'Twi-hard.' I became obsessed. Absolutely obsessed. I didn't watch television, I didn't go to the cinema. My friends would ring and say: 'What are you doing?' And I would say: 'I've just got to finish this chapter.'

Goodbye, Christian, I murmur.Ana, goodbye, he says softly, and he looks utterly, utterly broken,a man in agonizing pain, reflecting how I feel inside. I tear my gaze away from him before I can change my mind and try to comfort him.The elevator doors close close and it whisks me down to the bowels of the basement and to my own personal hell.

Now please don't refer to yourself ass some woman I fuck occasionally because, quite frankly, it makes me mad, and you really wouldn't like me when Im angry.

It's because I'm pregnant, Christian.He snorts, and his mouth twists into an ironic smile. If I knew getting you knocked up was going to make you eat, I might have done it earlier.

You are one brave woman, he whispers, I am in awe of you.

Coveralls, I reply, and I know I'm no longer screening what's coming out of my mouth.He raises a eyebrow, amused yet again. You wouldn't want to ruin your clothing. I gesture vaguely in the direction of his jeans.I could always take them off. He smirks.

I've never wanted more, until I met you.I gasp, reeling. Oh my. Isn't this what I want? He wants more. He wants it, too! My inner goddess has back-flipped off the podium and is doing a cartwheels around the stadium. It's not just me.

And so a pattern develops: wake, work cry. sleep. I can't even escape him in my dreams. Gray burning eyes, his lost look, his hair burnished and bright and bright all haunt me. And the musicso much music-I cannot bear to hear any music. I am careful to avoid it at all costs. Even the jingles in commercials make me shudder.

You've 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?

Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.

It's very hard to grow up in a perfect family when you're not perfect.

My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.

You are so precious to me, Ana. I was serious about marrying you. We can get to know each other then. I can look after you. You can look after me. We can have kids if you want. I will lay my world at your feet, Anastasia. I want you, body and soul, forever. Please think about it.

Relationships like this are built on honesty and trust. If you don't trust me-trust me to know how I'm affecting you, how far I can go with you, how far I can take you-if you can't be honest with me, then we really can't do this.

Has that obscenely rich fucker upset you again?

My worst fears have been realized. And strangely, it's liberating.

So you're my boss now," I snap."Technically, I'm you're boss's boss's boss.""And technically, it's gross moral turpitude- the fact that i am fucking my boss's boss's boss.""At the moment, you're arguing with him." Christian scowls.

If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.

Now please don't refer to yourself ass some woman I fuck occasionally because, quite frankly, it makes me mad, and you really wouldn't like me when I"m angry.

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

I want my world to start and end with you.

I've never wanted more, until I met you.

And in this quiet moment, as I close my eyes, spent and sated, I think I'm in the eye of the storm. And in spite of all he's said and what he hasn't said, I don't think I have ever been so happy.

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

It's taking all my self-control not to fuck you on the hood of this car, just to show you that you're mine, and if I want to buy you a fucking car, I'll buy you a fucking car" Christian Grey

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

Do you trust me Ana?"Ana! "Yes,I do."I respond spontaneously, not thinking...because it's true-I do trust him."Well,then"he looks relieved. "The rest of this stuff is just details""important details

And now my past and my future are colliding in a way I never thought possible.

I never set out to do this - getting to No. 1 in the 'New York Times' bestseller list wasn't even a pipedream.

I'm not a great writer.

I see myself as a story teller.

I hate having my photograph taken.

The best person to write for is yourselfâ??and what better place to start than in a journal.

I do not look at the world in terms of black and white - and I find people who do rather scary. I think it's all shades of grey.

Men aren't really complicated. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said, when really it's obvious.

I really like clever men who challenge you.

It's the fantasy of first love. If you've been married for 400 years, as I have, it's nice to experience first love again and you can vicariously through a book. And it is such a fantasy. It takes you away from doing the dishes and the laundry. I think of this as a contemporary romance rather than erotic fiction.

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

I came up with a story and I wrote it.

Once you're in charge of your job, your house, your children, getting the food on the table, doing all of this, all of the time, it'd be nice for someone else to be in charge for a bit maybe.

The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scaled in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's to bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavers to stay airborn. I am so warm. The heat... It's stiffling, overpowering. It wakes me.

I've set the bar quite high in terms of storytelling.

It's much easier to wear your pain on the outside.

Women basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.

God forbid that women have fantasies.

All a writer wants is to be read, and people are so flattering and lovely. I mean, there are witches out there as well. But most are so kind.

I think virgins are far more interesting to write about. If we've been around the block a few times, we know what to expect. Not so with virgins.

Any relationship that you have is about negotiation - anything - whether there is a written contract or not.

People are talking about sex. They're talking about sex with their husbands. They're talking about sex with their girlfriends. They're talking about sex with their partners. And because of all of this communication, women are having much more intimate relationships, which is fantastic.