We feel more emotion... before an amateur photograph linked to our own life history than before the work of a Great Photographer, because his domain partakes of art, and the intent of the souvenir-object remains at the lower level of personal history.

I chose a pseudonym, Chris Marker, pronounceable in most languages, because I was very intent on traveling.

I will have spent my life trying to understand the function of remembering, which is not the opposite of forgetting, but rather its lining. We do not remember. We rewrite memory much as history is rewritten. How can one remember thirst?

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

An object dies when the gaze that lights on it has disappeared.

...after a certain quantity, photos apparently taken by chance, postcards chosen according to a passing mood, begin to trace an itinerary, to map the imaginary country that stretches out before us.

In another time I guess I would have been content with filming girls and cats. But you don’t choose your time.