“I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warmmy greying love.”
“Spread the love of God through your life but only use words when necessary.”
“Fantasy is like jam. . . . You have to spread it on a solid piece of bread. If not, it remains a shapeless thing . . . out of which you can’t make anything.”
“There was only the cemetery itself, spread out in the moonlight like a soft grey hallucination, a stony wilderness of Victorian melancholy.”
“Words are like knives... If you use it the wrong way it transforms into a bad weapon.”
“Yes, I'm rich. Get use to it. -- Christian Grey”