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

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

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

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

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?

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.

And always the animals from each trip you bring back a gaze a pose a gesture that points to the truest of humanity better than images of humanity itself