“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.”

“Amanda and I both paused to take in that bit of wisdom. And try to decide if it even was wisdom.”

“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.”

“. . . 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.”

“I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. "We're supposed to be celebrating our two-week anniversary tonight.""Uh, news for you, honey - two weeks is no anniversary.""What should I tell him? I don't even want to go.""Tell him you just got a new bra and it's shy around strangers.”

“Do you want your scarf back?' I asked.'No, just the girl who goes with it.'Oh my gosh, that guy knows his lines.”

“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.”