A Quote by J. G. Ballard

A visit to Père Lachaise in Paris adds a year to one's life — © J. G. Ballard
A visit to Père Lachaise in Paris adds a year to one's life
Americans continue to visit Paris not just for Paris, but for ‘Paris.’ As if out of some collective nostalgia for what Paris should be, more than what it is. For someone else’s memories.
Every time I look down on this timeless town Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, More and more do I realize: I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. I love Paris every moment, Every moment of the year. I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? Because my love is near.
My palate is simpler than it used to be. A young chef adds and adds and adds to the plate. As you get older, you start to take away.
I love Paris, just to stay there and visit. Maybe I'll live there one day.
I think I generally go to Paris more when I have people come and visit.
Pere Noel. Babbo Natale. Pelznickel. Topo Gigio
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
Well we really meant you to visit Paris in May, but the rhythm required two syllables.
I might go visit it one day, but I couldn't do any more than just visit. I love it, don't get me wrong, but it's just too big. I'm going to be at a lot of other conventions this year, with the book and everything.
I'm an anglophile. I visit England regularly, sometimes three or four times a year, at least once a year.
I'm not able to go in with an act that I use month to month year to year all the time. It's constantly evolving and changing and that keeps me on my toes but certainly adds to the challenge.
I never go anywhere. I do sketches and make phone calls, and people visit. It's more fun to come to Paris.
Paris-New York, the two high tension magnetic poles between life, life of the senses, of the spirit in Paris, and life in action in New York.
The first trip I can remember would have to be to Marianna, Arkansas. My mother's parents are from there, and we'd go every year to visit the church where they were buried. We'd attend church service that day, put flowers around their tombstones, and visit with family and friends that still lived there.
As people who are women, who are Indigenous and live on Indigenous lands, we know, and this is something I understand the older I get, that they don't visit the same way the postman may visit but they do visit. They visit in ways that our modern society often disregards and considers immaterial or unreal.
I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.
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