E.L. James Quotes

To live with angels and chase their dreams.

Sleep is still difficult I sleep for three or four hours a day. Usually sometime in the afternoon. I walk in the cold, keep myself numb. I cry less, and less." (James Frey, pg.88)

But all good things come to an end, often a sad angry miserable end. The cause for such an end can usually be whittled down to one of three things: money, sickness, love lost.

The point of what I do is that it doesn't really matter what a book or a story is as long it moves you, informs you, challenges you, entertains you, or changes you.

I hope nobody took the Razzle Dazzle Rose.

He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.

Words can't say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough.

I listen to the tick of an unseen clock marking moments of time long passed.

Lying became part of my life. I lied if I needed to lie to get something or get out of something

Being an unpublished novelist has about as much social acceptability as being a shopping bag lady.

Every year, at 8:00 PM on the second Saturday of July, hundreds of people gather along a section of Los Angeles rail track to drop their pants and moon passing passenger trains.

There is no fear. Absolutely no fear. When one lives without fear, one cannot be broken. When one lives with fear one is broken before one begins to live.

More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if i wasn't alone.

There are never words for the strongest of our feelings. There is just the pain that we cannot share. Pain we must all feel alone.

The past doesn't matter. People cling to it because it allows them to ignore the present.

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.

Life, not death, is the great mystery you must confront.

The one word love means too little for what it is. It doesn't communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

What is the meaning of life?Whatever you want it to be.

But we are what we are, and humans will always hate.

In Lilly's eyes her beautiful clear water eyes there is what I have sought and never found, wanted and never had, hoped for and never discovered. Love.

Stay. Fight. Live. Take it. Cry. Cry. Cry.

And even though people try to pretend that pain doesn't do anything to them, none of us can really handle it. Everything bad we do in our life is because of pain of some kind.

In life we often look to others for simple, but difficult answers, despite the fact that we have those answers ourselves.

It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep

They had dreams but they called them dreams because they were unrelated to reality, they were a distant unknown, an impossibility, they would never come true.

I regretted making a comment about Dave Eggers. I’ve never said anything about McSweeneys except that I admire what it is, and I think it’s great that they keep people interested in literature.

I try to write books that are different from the books I've already written. I think one of the thing I really try to do is reinvent how a novel can be written.

We know have the power of God in many ways: the atomic bomb, the ability to create life in a test tube, cloning, artificial intelligence.

I'm writing books. They're still a mix of fact and fiction and will continue to be. I think it's an interesting place to work.

What someone calls my books is irrelevant to me. I consider them works of art and rules and categories and labels mean nothing.

Dreams can come true there [Los Angeles]in ways impossible anywhere else, and they can get destroyed as well.

L.A is a huge place, literally and metaphorically. Its beauty and horror. Its unconventional history. Its draw and allure. Its diversity and segregation.

I love the process of being alone in a room.

Coming after all the bullshit related to A Million Little Pieces, nobody was expecting anything from me. No publisher, no agent, no one. Just me and the book. It was great.

To say that you can't see echoes of the past in what I do would be absurd. Everything that has preceded me has affected me.

I don't write with an outline. I don't often know what I'm going to do as I'm writing. And I do everything by feel and by instinct.

People call me all sorts of things. I don't even care what they call me.

You don't have to follow anybody's conventions.

You don't have to follow anybody's rules.

That's what ever great writer, I believe, has done over the course of time - is they've figured out new ways of telling the same stories.

I don't care what people come at me with. People have come at me with everything you could imagine. I could care less about that.

The abundance, the solidity, and the splendor of the results already achieved by science are well fitted to inspire us with a cheerful confidence in the soundness of its method.

The consideration of human suffering is not one which enters into the calculations of primitive man.

The awe and dread with which the untutored savage contemplates his mother-in-law are amongst the most familiar facts of anthropology.

Indeed the influence of music on the development of religion is a subject which would repay a sympathetic study.

None of the threats to the global commons will be solved by building walls.

Some have called Afghanistan 'the graveyard of empires,' and it probably is the graveyard of empires.

Life is not an on and off switch. You don't have to have a military that is either in hard combat or is in the barracks.

When I get up, the first thing I do is open up Gmail and check my personal email.