"To be honest, I prefer my own company, reading a classic British novel, curled up in a chair in the camps library" (Chapter 1, p. 11).

"No man has ever affected me the way Christian Grey has, and I cannot fathom why" (Chapter 2, p. 21).

"He cares enough to come and rescue me from some mistakenly perceived danger. He's not a dark knight at all but a white knight in shining, dazzling armor— a classic romantic hero—Sir Gawain or Sir Lancelot" (Chapter 5, p. 66).

"I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist-high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. He likes to hurt women. The thought depresses me" (Chapter 7, p. 91).

"People stare at us as we drive through the streets. For a moment I think it's at him...and then a very paranoid part thinks everyone is looking at me because they...