“. . . I still wouldn't be able to control myself around him, and I'm math geek enough to know that equation doesn't work out.”
“Matt is a tortured soul,' Amanda insisted. 'He's Heathcliff and you're Cathy. He's Rochester and you're Jane Eyre. He's-''Darcy and I'm Elizabeth. I get it. And you're wrong.”
“I'm sorry, but I have this fear that someday you're goingtowake up a dried-out, bitter old hag with plenty of science awardsbut no personal life whatsoever. And you'll sit there at night andsob abouthow you've wasted your life.”
“Amanda and I both paused to take in that bit of wisdom. And try to decide if it even was wisdom.”
“I thought guys were complicated. Maybe they are. But maybe they're easy and it's really me who's complicated.”
“Yeah, great at the physical level level, but I still need more. Sorry. Maybe someday I'll accidentally fall in love with you after all, and we'll be right back here.”