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

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

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.

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.

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

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?