Luigi Pirandello

"You will never know what your words become inside me, and I will never be able to explain it either. It's not like you were speaking Turkish or something. The two of us, you and I, were using the same language, the same words. But is it our fault, yours and mine, if the words themselves are empty? Empty, my friend. And you put your meaning into them when you say them to me, but when I hear them, I cannot do otherwise than put my own meaning into them. We thought we understood each other perfectly: but neither of us has understood anything of what the other was saying."