...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.

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.

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

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

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

I betrayed Gutenberg for McLuhan long ago.

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.

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

What I'm passionate about is History, and politics interest me only insofar as it is the cross-section of History in the present.

We write to strengthen our soul and the spirit of other souls.

The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.

He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.

I don’t have time to worry about something as petty as what I look like.

A lot of times I'm traveling or have appointments, so I don't get to work out every day, but I try to get to the gym as much as I can.

Lord that she might be safe. She and my children.

I wasn't funny as a kid. I remember enjoying comedians, but I never understood it was a job choice or a profession.

Bruce Springsteen's a rock star. Elton John is a rock star. I'm a folk musician. Honestly, I think that's true.

Arsenal are the most beautiful club in England. At Man City and Chelsea, they will never have that class and style.

A child's death is really of less value than an adult's. I mean, what could you really accomplish in a year? Not much, and that's not even talking about, you know, pay-wise.