Inspirational Quotations

Inspirational Quotes by J. G. Ballard (English Novelist)

J. G. Ballard (1930–2009,) fully James Graham Ballard, was a British novelist and short-story writer. He was the leading figure of the new British school of science fiction that featured the real world, not just alien planets. Ballard is celebrated for his inventive and experimental apocalyptic science fiction.

Born in Shanghai, China, Ballard was the son of a British textile business executive based in China. Ballard spent four years of his boyhood in a Japanese internment camp near Shanghai during World War II. He recounted this experience in his best-selling autobiographical novel Empire of the Sun (1984; film by Steven Spielberg, 1987.) The devastated city of Shanghai and the neighboring countryside became the settings for several of Ballard’s later apocalyptic novels.

Ballard’s early works offer a view of the world swamped with elemental catastrophe—The Drowned World (1962,) The Drought (1965,) and The Day of Creation (1985.) His “fragmented” novels, like The Atrocity Exhibition (1970) and Crash (1973; film, 1996,) feature experimental fiction.

Ballard was admired for his short stories, specifically those included in such anthologies as The Terminal Beach (1964,) The Disaster Area (1967,) Vermilion Sands (1973,) and War Fever (1990.)

Ballard’s other novels include Rushing to Paradise (1994,) the thriller Cocaine Nights (1996,) the dystopian Super-Cannes (2000,) Millennium People (2003,) and Kingdom Come (2006.) The Complete Short Stories was published in 2001 and the autobiography Miracles of Life in 2008.

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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

A car crash harnesses elements of eroticism, aggression, desire, speed, drama, kinesthetic factors, the stylizing of motion, consumer goods, status—all these in one event. I myself see the car crash as a tremendous sexual event really: a liberation of human and machine libido (if there is such a thing).
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Mistakes

Pop artists deal with the lowly trivia of possessions and equipment that the present generation is lugging along with it on its safari into the future.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Artists, Arts, The Future

Hell is out of fashion—institutional hells at any rate. The populated infernos of the 20th century are more private affairs, the gaps between the bars are the sutures of one’s own skull. A valid hell is one from which there is a possibility of redemption, even if this is never achieved, the dungeons of an architecture of grace whose spires point to some kind of heaven. The institutional hells of the present century are reached with one-way tickets, marked Nagasaki and Buchenwald, worlds of terminal horror even more final than the grave.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Hell

The car as we know it is on the way out. To a large extent, I deplore its passing, for as a basically old-fashioned machine, it enshrines a basically old-fashioned idea: freedom. In terms of pollution, noise and human life, the price of that freedom may be high, but perhaps the car, by the very muddle and confusion it causes, may be holding back the remorseless spread of the regimented, electronic society.
J. G. Ballard

During the next thirty years the pole-ward migration of populations continued. A few fortified cities defied the rising water-levels and the encroaching jungles, building elaborate sea-walls around their perimeters, but one by one these were breached. Only within the former Arctic and Antarctic Circles was life tolerable. The oblique incidence of the sun’s rays provided a shield against the more powerful radiation. Cities on higher ground in mountainous areas nearer the Equator had been abandoned, despite their cooler temperatures, because of the diminished atmospheric protection.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Weather

I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that’s my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again… the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Future, The Future

Everything is becoming science fiction. From the margins of an almost invisible literature has sprung the intact reality of the 20th century.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Science Fiction

I believe that organic sex, body against body, skin area against skin area, is becoming no longer possible, simply because if anything is to have any meaning for us it must take place in terms of the values and experiences of the media landscape. What we’re getting is a whole new order of sexual fantasies, involving a different order of experiences, like car crashes, like travelling in jet aircraft, the whole overlay of new technologies, architecture, interior design, communications, transport, merchandising. These things are beginning to reach into our lives and change the interior design of our sexual fantasies. We’ve got to recognize that what one sees through the window of the TV screen is as important as what one sees through a window on the street.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Sex

The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It’s over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam…
J. G. Ballard
Topics: America

The geometry of landscape and situation seems to create its own systems of time, the sense of a dynamic element which is cinematizing the events of the canvas, translating a posture or ceremony into dynamic terms. The greatest movie of the 20th century is the Mona Lisa, just as the greatest novel is Gray’s Anatomy.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Time, Time Management

We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind—mass merchandising, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of advertising, the instant translation of science and technology into popular imagery, the increasing blurring and intermingling of identities within the realm of consumer goods, the preempting of any free or original imaginative response to experience by the television screen. We live inside an enormous novel. For the writer in particular it is less and less necessary for him to invent the fictional content of his novel. The fiction is already there. The writer’s task is to invent the reality.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Fiction, Authors & Writing

In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom!
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Madness

I thought it was a wonderfully conceptual act actually, to fire a replica pistol at a figurehead—the guy could have been working for Andy Warhol!
J. G. Ballard

Perhaps violence, like pornography, is some kind of an evolutionary standby system, a last-resort device for throwing a wild joker into the game?
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Violence

A widespread taste for pornography means that nature is alerting us to some threat of extinction.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Pornography

Electronic aids, particularly domestic computers, will help the inner migration, the opting out of reality. Reality is no longer going to be the stuff out there, but the stuff inside your head. It’s going to be commercial and nasty at the same time.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Computers

People nowadays like to be together not in the old-fashioned way of, say, mingling on the piazza of an Italian Renaissance city, but, instead, huddled together in traffic jams, bus queues, on escalators and so on. It’s a new kind of togetherness which may seem totally alien, but it’s the togetherness of modern technology.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Technology, Socialism

Science and technology multiply around us. To an increasing extent they dictate the languages in which we speak and think. Either we use those languages, or we remain mute.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Technology, Language

Sleep is an eight-hour peep show of infantile erotica.
J. G. Ballard
Topics: Dreams, Sleep

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
Topics: Reality

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