“Why is anyone the way they are? That’s kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like cheese and other people hate it? Do you like cheese?”

“Why don't you like me ?" "Because you never stay with me.”

“Do you really feel like this or do you think you ought to feel like this?”

“- "Why don't you like to be touched?" - "Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”

“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.”

“Why don't you like to be touched" Ana whispered, staring up into soft grey eyes."Because I'm fifty shades of fucked-up, Anastasia”

“I never know what you're thinking. Sometimes you're so closed off... like an island slate. You intimidate me. That's why I keep quiet. I don't know which way your mood is going to go. It swings from north to south and back again in a nanosecond.”