Sometimes I come up here at night, even when I’m not fixing the clocks, just to look at the city. I like to imagine the world is one big machine. You know, machines never have 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.

Hugo, The Invention of Hugo Cabret

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