Muhammad Ali Quotes

I love traveling, but I hate planes.

When I first came in the business, I had a couple of close calls on planes going to London for shows. There was one time where the plane had to fly around until a storm ended, and then we started having a question about fuel, so we had to go through the storm. It was the worst thing that ever happened in my life. That really messed me up.

I hate everything about airports from getting there to taking off.

I hate flying, flat out hate its guts.

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 hate flying. I don't like planes. I get really anxious.

Death by plane crash scares me. I travel a lot, and when you hit turbulence, and post 9/11, that's in the back of my mind a bit.

I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.

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 hate flying. It creeps me out, and it scares me half to death.

I may be developing aerophobia as I get older, or maybe I'm just becoming middle aged, because I find flying an increasingly unpleasant way of travelling. I would much rather drive than fly.

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.

I can't help but notice that everytime I fly somewhere, other people's planes fall out of the sky.

My fear of flying starts as soon as I buckle myself in and then the guy up front mumbles a few unintelligible words then before I know it I'm thrust into the back of my seat by acceleration that seems way too fast and the rest of the trip is an endless nightmare of turbulence, of near misses. And then the cabbie drops me off at the airport.

People don't really look forward to flying that much. It's like they want to get to the place, but they don't look forward to the experience.

Turbulence.” This is what pilots announce that you have encountered when your plane strikes an object in midair. You'll be flying along, and there will be an enormous, shuddering WHUMP, and clearly the plane has rammed into an airborne object at least the size of a water buffalo, and the pilot will say, “Folks, we're encountering a little turbulence.” Meanwhile they are up there in the cockpit trying desperately to clean water-buffalo organs off the windshield.

I hate flying, taking my clothes off, and going through the whole security.

I was thirty-seven then, strapped in my seat as the huge 747 plunged through dense cloud cover on approach to the Hamburg airport.

It's not always plain sailing... especially when you're flying!

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

I'm not the biggest fan of airports. I try to arrive a few minutes before check-in closes.

I don't do small planes!

Flying as Bob, there was always stress involved.

I don't like flying... it's a fear of mine.