Chris Marker Quotes

I'm a little tired of travelling the world, jaded as that may sound.

Nothing amazes me anymore.

The most boring thing in the entire world is nudity. The second most boring thing is honesty.

I've seen it all, done it all, known it all.

Nothing, for the most part, surprises me anymore.

I'm an old cynic.

I'm a very jaded and cynical person.

The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.

I think I've developed a sort of ADD for geography now. When I've been in a country for too long, I'm like, 'I think it's time to leave.' I don't know what that's going to do to me in later life.

I am older now, and sleep less, and have seen most of what there is to see and am not very much impressed any more, I suppose, by anything.

The world itself makes us sick of the world.

With four pairs of shoes I can travel the world.

The victims of ennui paralyze all the grosser feelings by excess, and torpify all the finer by disuse and inactivity. Disgusted with this world, and indifferent about another, they at last lay violent hands upon themselves, and assume no small credit for the sang froid with which they meet death. But, alas! such beings can scarcely be said to die, for they have never truly lived.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

Me, I was already jaded and tarnished, skeptical that a fantasy world could keep reality at bay.

The world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.

As the world is weary of me so am I of it.

In Rockford I decided that I had seen enough of the world.

Those who love life do not read. Nor do they go to the movies, actually. No matter what might be said, access to the artistic universe is more or less entirely the preserve of those who are a little fed up with the world.

I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything

I am fairly tired--bored beyond endurance--by the world we live in, and its ideals, and am ready to say so, not violently, but kindly, as one rubs salt into the back of a flogged sailor as though one loved him.

There is no sense of weariness like that which closes in a day of eager and unintermittent pursuit of pleasure. The apple is eaten, but "the core sticks in the throat." Expectation has then given way to ennui, appetite to satiety.

Of course he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement.

Boredom flourishes too, when you feel safe. It's a symptom of security.

The only horrible thing in the world is ennui.