I don't think it's possible to touch people's imagination today by aesthetic means. J. G. Ballard aestheticimaginationmean Change image and share on social
I admired anyone who could unsettle people. J. G. Ballard admirepeopleunsettle Change image and share on social
Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there. J. G. Ballard externalfictioninvent Change image and share on social
What our children have to fear is not the cars on the highways of tomorrow but our own pleasure in calculating the most elegant parameters of their deaths. J. G. Ballard calculatecarchild Change image and share on social
Yes, sometimes I think that all my writing is nothing more than the compensatory work of a frustrated painter. J. G. Ballard compensatoryfrustratepainter Change image and share on social
Consumerism is so weird. It's a sort of conspiracy we collude in. You'd think shoppers spending their hard-earned cash would be highly critical. You know that the manufacturers are trying to have you on. J. G. Ballard cashcolludeconspiracy share on social
In 1949 - my father stayed on in Shanghai after the war. But in 1949, the Communists took over the whole of China, and in fact, my father was caught by the Communists in Shanghai. And he was there for about a year until he was finally able to get out. J. G. Ballard catchchinacommunist share on social
In March 1943, my parents, four-year-old sister and I were interned with other foreign civilians at Lunghua camp, a former teacher training college outside Shanghai, where we remained until the end of August 1945. J. G. Ballard augustcampcivilian share on social
I came to live in Shepperton in 1960. I thought: the future isn't in the metropolitan areas of London. I want to go out to the new suburbs, near the film studios. This was the England I wanted to write about, because this was the new world that was emerging. J. G. Ballard areaemergeengland share on social
Presumably all obsessions are extreme metaphors waiting to be born. That whole private mythology, in which I believe totally, is a collaboration between one's conscious mind and those obsessions that, one by one, present themselves as stepping-stones. J. G. Ballard bearcollaborationconscious share on social