J. G. Ballard Quotes

Even though I live in America more, I feel like when I go to Adelaide, that's when I get to go home.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

It's strange coming back to Northern Ireland, but it feels like a home away from home.

I am a Londoner and I love my home. There are many things about this country which drive me crazy, but when I am in America, I feel wrong there.

The thing about coming back to the Bay Area, it's like coming home for me.

When I lived in Hong Kong, I felt that Hong Kong is my family.

I haven't become an American! Having a house in LA is just where the house is. It's just a convenience thing living there. I carry Wales around inside me. I'd consider moving back there one day. I never really left.

The best thing we can do is to make wherever we're lost in look as much like home as we can.

It always just feels good going back home. It feels like nothing has changed. Seeing my room, the views. It, like, grounds you.

You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

L.A. just doesn't seem real to me. Chicago does. My real friends are there. It's home.

No matter how nice a hotel is, it's not home.

I made some friends who are still friends, and this is the city of my birth. I love living here when there's a reason to, other than just moving here. I still don't like the winters here, but it's an amazing city and I love it.

London is my home... I know what's right and wrong here, and it's nice to have somewhere familiar to go back to.

For me, New York is comfortable, not strange.

Although I don't know Oslo at all, there is something about the feel or the smell of the place that feels like home, which is quite interesting.

White Hart Lane was always a place where I felt I belonged.

All I ever want is to return to either Bangladesh, my motherland, or India, my adopted home.

I always feel that when I come to Edinburgh, in many ways I am coming home.

Paris is beautiful, but nothing beats home.

Although I was always very happy in Britain, I never stopped thinking of America as home, in the fundamental sense of the term. It was where I came from, what I really understood, the base against which all else was measured.

I call Iran home because no matter how long I live in France, and despite the fact that I feel also French after all these years, to me the word 'home' has only one meaning: Iran. I suppose it's that way for everyone: Home is the place where one is born and raised.

When memories fade, can one ever really return home?

I've spent lots of time in London, I studied in London, I like London. It's just not my home.

L.A. really doesn't feel like home to me anymore.