“Jim knew that he was awake and asleep at the same time, dreaming of the war and yet dreamed of by the… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“After a few minutes Jim was forced to admit that he could recognize none of the constellations. Like everything else since the… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“Remember what we’re fighting for.” “I’m trying. Today I helped to kill Angel Porrua. What was he fighting for?” “Are you serious?… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“All around them were the bodies of dead Chinese soldiers. They lined the verges of the roads and floated in the canals,… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“The dead were buried above ground, the loose soil heaped around them. The heavy rains of the monsoon months softened the mounds,… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“In his mind World War III represents the final self-destruction and imbalance of an asymmetric world, the last suicidal spasm of the… — J.G. Ballard Copy Share Image
“Travers’s problem is how to come to terms with the violence that has pursued his life - not merely the violence of… — 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
