I betrayed Gutenberg for McLuhan long ago.

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.

...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.

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.

His legend will be written down, eventually, by those who are troubled by it.

Go back to the band, Egg. Please.” - Bex

When I was in college, I wanted to be involved in things that would change the world.

Americanism is not a matter of skin or color.

Humble Hearts have humble desires.

They must attack us in order to survive, just as we must destroy them to advance our historic mission.

Too much is the same as not enough.

No government power can be abused long. Mankind will not bear it.

What inspires me most to write is the act of traveling.

I try to be patient. I feel like the point of art is to go down within yourself and to pop up into other people. If you're lucky, all of a sudden you're like, "whoop!" You're in other people.