My friends, I address you all tonight as you truly are wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, magicians.My life has taught me one lesson, Hugo, and not the one I thought it would. Nothing but ashes and fading strips of celluloid. So I gave him to a museum, hoping he would find a home. The only thing I couldn't bring myself to destroy was my beloved automaton. With the little money I had from selling my films, I bought the toy booth. These chemicals were used to make shoe heels. I was forced to sell my movies to a company that melted them down into chemicals. Tastes had changed, but I had not changed with them. The returning soldiers, having seen so much of reality, were bored by my films. The world had no time for magic tricks and movie shows. My beautiful wife was my muse, my star, and we couldn't have been happier. Magic tricks and illusion became my speciality.If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from.you look around.Listen to me! Please! Please! Listen to me! You don't understand! You have to let me go! I don't understand, why my father died! Why I'm alone! This is my only chance to work.Maybe that's why a broken machine always makes me a little sad, because it isn't able to do what it was meant to do.And that means you have to be here for some reason too. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn't be an extra part.

They always come with the exact amount they need. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. I'd imagine the whole world was one big machine.

The adventure of hugo cabret book