This might be an adventure, and I’ve never had one before – outside of books, at least.
Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. That’s really what this book is going to be about. And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home.
Thank you – for the movie today. It – it was a gift.
Christina Rossetti’s her name, after the poetess. Would you like me to recite? “My heart is like a singing bird, Whose nest is in a water’d shoot, My heart is like an apple tree, Whose boughs are bent with thick-set…”
There’s nothing wrong with crying. Sydney Carton cries. And Heathcliff, too. In books, they’re crying all the time.
“The filmmaker Georges Méliès was one of the first to realize that – films had the power – to capture dreams.”
“When the train came speeding toward the screen, the audience screamed, because they thought they were in danger of being run over. No one had ever seen anything like it before.”
I wonder what my purpose is? I don’t know.
I think I’m halfway in love with David Copperfield.
