Maybe We Are All Cabinets Of Wonders.

I Guess I See A Part Of Myself In Everyone I Write About. I Tend To Write About Kids Who Are Obsessed With Something, And Even Though I Have Never Been Good With Machines The Way Hugo Is, I Did Love Miniature Things When I Was A Kid.

I Address You All Tonight For Who You Truly Are: Wizards, Mermaids, Travelers, Adventurers, And Magicians. You Are The True Dreamers.

I Like To Imagine That The World Is One Big Machine. You Know, Machines Never Have Any Extra Parts. They Have The Exact Number And Type Of Parts They Need. So I Figure If The Entire World Is A Big Machine, I Have To Be Here For Some Reason. And That Means You Have To Be Here For Some Reason, Too.

You Can Make Up Your Own Story When You Look At A Photo.

She Walked To The Rear Door And Took Out A Bobby Pin From Her Pocket. Hugo Watched As She Fiddled With The Pin Inside The Lock Until It Clicked And The Door Opened. "how Did You Learn To Do That?" Asked Hugo. "books," Answered Isabelle.