Judy Blume Quotes

Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror.

Any time I'm in a moving thing, like an airplane, I'm usually asleep before we even get on our way.

I hate flying, airports and the whole rigmarole - queuing up, security and lost luggage.

I'm not a good flyer. Because I do it so much, I think the odds of something going wrong are not in my favour.

I hate flying. I literally cry in the airport sometimes. I didn't used to; the more I fly, the worse it gets. It's weird!

I have to travel for my work, so the idea of getting on planes depresses me. They give me frequent-flyer points, and I think, 'I don't want them, because I'm sick of flying!'

I flew everywhere for the first 10 years of my career, and I started to not like commercial transport. I just don't feel safe.

When the day comes, I remember how much I loathe flying. I seethe at the humiliation of airport security checks.

They said, 'If we put you in first class with Brian, will you do it?' So I flew after not having flown in eight years. If there's one person who doesn't like flying as much as me, it's Brian.

Flying is awful, there's nothing to do when you're up in the air. I bloat up, my skin gets dry, and when we hit turbulence, I'm terrified.

I love traveling, but I hate planes.

I'm not a great flyer. It's ironic, since I'm in showbiz and have to fly at least twice a week. I try to sleep and blot it out.

I would hate to be on a plane every day.

On planes I always cry. Something about altitude, the lack of oxygen and the bad movies. I cried over a St. Bernard movie once on a plane. That was really embarrassing.

People don't talk to me on airplanes.

I don't really like long flights any more - I find them too tiring. Flying always involves the same things these days - huge crowds at airports, waiting around, late take-offs, weather problems, and so on. I don't really enjoy travelling. I don't imagine anyone does except young children.

The only time I can't sleep is on a plane, when I am literally keeping it in the air with my brain.

I hate flying. My stomach churns at the mere thought of it.

I'm not sure if I could bear to go on an aeroplane again. It's not my concern for the welfare of the planet. It's not even the long check-in times and queuing. No, it's the humiliation of the security process that has finally done it for me.

I like that they call it an airplane cabin. A cabin is where you go to get away from stress. The cabin is a respite from the terminals on either end of the flight where noise bombards you as soon as you walk through the gate.

The idea of flying in general does not appeal to me. I can barely understand why people want to fly at all, other than that it's occasionally necessary.

I'm constitutionally incapable of working on planes or trains, and airports are definitely out.

Every time I step onto an airplane, I turn to the right and take a good, hard stare into the maw of the engine. I don't know what I'm looking for. I just do it.

I hate planes.

I get scared when I think I'm going to miss my flight. I get obsessed when I actually miss a flight.