"I asked him did he really love New York or was he just wearing the shirt.
He smiled. Like he was nervous. I could tell he didn't understand which made me feel guilty for speaking English, for some reason. I pointed at his shirt. 'Do? You? Really? Love? New York?' I said, 'Your Shirt.' He looked at his shirt. I pointed at the N and said 'new' and the Y and said 'york.' He looked confused, or embarrassed, or surprised, or maybe even mad. I couldn't tell what he was feeling, because I couldn't speak the language of his feelings.
'I not know was New York. In Chinese, ny mean 'you.' Thought was 'I love you.'"
- Jonathan Safran Foer
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close