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

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.

Rarely has reality needed so much to be imagined.

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

When men die, they enter history. When statues die, they enter art. This botany of death is what we call culture.

...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.