“I am not a child, Christian.”“Well, stop acting like one.”

“I am going to have coffee with Christian Grey... and I hate coffee.”

“Suddenly, as one, all the Greys 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.”

“Life is never going to be boring with Christian, and I’m in this for the long haul. I love this man: my husband, my lover, father of my child, my sometimes Dominant……my Fifty Shades.”

“He sighs. "I want to give you the world, Anastasia.""I just want you, Christian. Not all the add-ons.""They're part of the deal. Part of what I am.”

“From: Christian GreySubject: Shenaniwhatagans?Date: June 15, 2011 09:32To: Anastasia SteeleYou don't have to work, Anastasia.You have no idea how appalled I am at my shenanigans.But I like keeping you up late ;)Please use your blackberry.Oh, and marry me, please.”

“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”