“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.”

“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.”

“They say your muscles have memory. Once you've trained your arms to swing a tennis racket or your legs to ride a bike, you can quit for a while - years even - and all it takes is picking up a racket or jumping on a bike again and your muscles remember what to do. They snap right back to performing the way you taught them. The heart is a muscle, too. And I've been training mine since I was a kid to fall in love with one particular person.”

“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 still wouldn't be able to control myself around him, and I'm math geek enough to know that equation doesn't work out.”

“It doesn't matter, Cat. Really. I wouldn't have even entered the science fair this year if Mr. Fizer didn't require it.""But you knew that's the only thing his class was about - that's the whole point of it. WHy did you even take it in the first place?"Matt brought his lips against my ear. "Because I knew you'd be in there.”

“I'm proud to be a freak of nature.”