“The Thames Shouldered its way past Blackfriars Bridge, impatient with the ancient piers, no longer the passive stream that slid past Chelsea Marina, but a rush of ugly water that had scented the open sea and was ready to make… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“Beyond the silver span of the motor bridge lay basins of cracked mud the size of ballrooms - models of a state of mind,… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“First she would try to kill him, but failing this give him food and her body, breast-feed him back to a state of childishness… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“I love the smell of male urine and the reek of his groin on my bath towels after he’d had a shower” — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“Overhead the sky was dull and cloudless, a bland impassive blue, more the interior ceiling of some deep irrevocable psychosis than the storm-filled celestial… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“Recently she had become intrigued by the admiring glances of other women. The admiration of her own sex existed on a higher and more… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“The bourgeois novel is the greatest enemy of truth and honesty that was ever invented.” — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“Jim knew that he was awake and asleep at the same time, dreaming of the war and yet dreamed of by the war.” — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“(Logically–for what had a more gloomy prognosis than life?–every morning one should say to one's friends: 'I grieve for your irrevocable death,' as to… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“These people were the first to master a new kind of late twentieth-century life. They thrived on the rapid turnover of acquaintances, the lack… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“His unconscious was rapidly becoming a well-stocked pantheon of tutelary phobias and obsessions, homing onto his already over-burdened psyche like lost telepaths.” — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
