Quotes from ballard j g iv

The three women were up to their thighs in the surging waves. The foam seethed around them, as if the sea was releasing its spawn in a vain attempt to impregnate them.

I wanted to rub the human race in its own vomit, and force it to look in the mirror.

Horns sounded from the trapped vehicles on the motorway, a despairing chorus.

The white façades of the villas and apartment houses were like blocks of time that had crystallized beside the road.

Police violence, I noted, was directly proportional to police boredom, and not to any resistance offered by protestors.

As Neil approached the camp the women's laughter still sounded from their tents. The noise had sent the peccaries stamping around their wire pen and set off a sympathetic screeching of cockatoos and lorikeets. All the creatures on Saint-Esprit, even those destined for the dining table, were celebrating the new addition to the sanctuary family.

The house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.

Jane had spent too many hours in elevators and pathology rooms, and the pallor of strip lighting haunted her like a twelve-year-old's memories of a bad dream.

Remember, the police are neutral -- they hate everybody.

The Thames shouldered its way past Blackfriars Bridge, impatient with the ancient piers, no longer the passive stream that slid past Chelsea Marina, but a rush of ugly water that had scented the open sea and was ready to make a run for it.

The human body as an obedient coolie, to be fed and hosed down, and given just enough sexual freedom to sedate itself.

Trying to distract Jane, I talked far too much. During the few months of our marriage I had told my doctor-bride almost nothing about myself, and the drive became a mobile autobiography that unwound my earlier life along with the kilometres of dust, insects and sun.

They're listening to the sun, Charles. Waiting for a new kind of light.

Parking was well on the way to becoming the British population's greatest spiritual need.

The halo of light which had emerged from the burning Mustang still lay over the creeks and paddies. For a few minutes the sun had drawn nearer to the earth, as if to scorch the death from the fields.