“Somehow no matter how odd the combinations are, they always end up looking perfect together.”

“Is it just me, or is that guy the coolest boyfriend ever invented?" "It’s not just you." And there was that same dull pain-the one I get sometimes when I see the two of them together and realize I’ll never have that. I gave Amanda a smile. "He’s great. I’m really happy for you." And that was a hundred percent true. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.”

“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 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.”

“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.”

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