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

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.

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.

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.

I have found men more kind than I expected and less just.

I hate to spoil my own prospects, but I really don't respect the kiss-and-tell approach to public life at all, not at all.

What you love and what you hate reveal what you are.

Assuredly, meeting after absence, is one of - ah, no! - it is life's most delicious feeling.

In the case of scandal, as in that of robbery, the receiver is always thought as bad as the thief.

I take it to be axiomatic that people are revolted by witnessing the shameless gratification of an appetite they do not share.

People still go to Comic-Con because they love comics.

My dad is a retired Shakespeare professor, my mother a retired classicist. Suffice to say I grew up in a house full of books, where reading was encouraged if not required.

For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.

There's no abhorrence about wearing M&S. We just haven't been delighting the girls.