And there is monologue disguised as dialogue, in which two or more men, meeting in space, speak each with himself in strangely tortuous and circuitous ways and yet imagine they have escaped the torment of being thrown back on their own resources. – Martin Buber (1878—1965), translated from German

Oh, the things that go through my mind that I never say. Oh, the things I say that never go through my mind. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com