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.

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

I’ve been round the world several times and now only banality still interests me.

Nothing sorts out memories from ordinary moments. It is only later that they claim remembrance, when they show their scars.

...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.

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

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