If You Lose Your Purpose ... It's

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.

If You Lose Your Purpose ... It's Like You're Broken.

Once I'm Given An Idea For A Story I Have A Million Ideas On How It Should Be Illustrated, But I Don't Have A Big Shoebox Full Of Unfinished Ideas.

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.

The Idea Of Going To The Movies Made Hugo Remember Something Father Had Once Told Him About Going To The Movies When He Was Just A Boy, When The Movies Were New. Hugo's Father Had Stepped Into A Dark Room, And On A White Screen He Had Seen A Rocket Fly Right Into The Eye Of The Man In The Moon. Father Said He Had Never Experienced Anything Like It. It Had Been Like Seeing His Dreams In The Middle Of The Day.