My father worked, and my mother played bridge. Every time I went out of the house, I was chauffeur-driven with my nanny next to me to stop me being kidnapped. — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
The bourgeois novel is the greatest enemy of truth and honesty that was ever invented. It's a vast, sentimentalizing structure that reassures the reader, and at every point, offers the comfort of secure moral frameworks and recognizable characters. — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
Science and technology multiply around us. To an increasing extent they dictate the languages in which we speak and think. Either we use those… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
There are some people, who place enormous value on their home and feel that it defines them, that a stain on the carpet is… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
A reality that is electronic... Once everybody's got a computer terminal in their home, to satisfy all their needs, all the domestic needs, there'll… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
If you're against globalisation, it doesn't achieve much by sort of bombing the head offices of Shell or Nestle. You unsettle people much more… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
I made a very slatternly mother, notably unkeen on housework, unaware that homes need to be cleaned now and then, and too often to… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
I was in Shanghai when the Japanese invaded China. I was there in Shanghai when, the morning after Pearl Harbor, they seized Shanghai. — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
Electronic aids, particularly domestic computers, will helpthe inner migration, the opting out of reality. Reality is no longer going to be the stuff out… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
Perhaps the future belongs to magic, and it's we women who control magic. — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
I work for three or four hours a day, in the late morning and early afternoon. Then I go out for a walk and… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
Even one's own home is a kind of anthology of advertisers, manufacturers, motifs and presentation techniques. There's nothing 'natural' about one's home these days.… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
