Suddenly, as one, all the Grey's stop talking and gape at Christian. What? Christian is singing softly to himself at the piano. Silence descends on us all as we strain to hear his soft, lyrical voice. I've heard him sing before, haven't they? He stops, suddenly conscious of the deathly hush that's fallen over the room. Kate glances questioningly at me and I shrug. Christian turns on the stool and frowns, embarrassed to realize he's become the center of attention.' Go on,' Grace urges softly. 'I've never heard you sing, Christian. Ever.

— E.L. James

The only man I’ve ever been attracted to, and he comes with a bloody contract, a flogger, and a whole world of issues.

— E.L. James

The platinum Omega watch he gave me at breakfast on our first morning in London obscures the red line. The inscription still makes me swoon. Anastasia You are My Morey Love, My Life Christian

— E.L. James

We always hurt the ones we love, darling. You’ll have to tell her you’re sorry. And mean it and give her time. - Grace Trevelyan-Grey to Christian Grey

— E.L. James

Well, when you were nearly run over by the cyclist-and I was holding you, and you were looking up at me - all 'kiss me, kiss me, Christian

— E.L. James

Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His over-whelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he'd stop doing that.

— E.L. James

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

— E.L. James

You don't know much," he murmurs. "You know all the wrong things." "Wrong? Not to me." He shakes his head. He looks so sincere. "Try it," he whispers. A challenge, daring me, and he cocks his head to one side and smiles his crooked, dazzling smile. I gasp, and I'm Eve in the Garden of Eden, and he's the serpent, and I cannot resist.

— E.L. James

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

— E.L. James

You really have to let me fight my own battles. You can't constantly second-guess me and try to protect me. It's stifling.

— E.L. James