The surrealists, and the modern movement in painting as a whole, seemed to offer a key to the strange postwar world with… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
No one in a novel by Virginia Woolf ever filled up the petrol tank of her car. No one in Hemingway's postwar… — J. G. Ballard Copy Share Image
A widespread taste for pornography means that nature is alerting us to some threat of extinction. — 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
