Regina Brett Quotes

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!'

On my first flight, I don't know if maybe it's a function of time, or if I was less stressed on my second flight, but just being able to tell what part of the planet we were flying over by the reflected light coming through the window - that was pretty special.

I really hate airport queues. I almost feel they should have cattle prods to hurry us up down the aisles. You can't even complain because they might stop you getting on to the flight.

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

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.

Usually when I'm on a plane, I try to enjoy the fact that I have to be still for eight hours and read a book.

I used to love getting on planes. I loved the packing and going places. Now I don't because I've developed these really bad sinuses. I have to take a prednisone to fly, but it works, and I'm OK.

When you travel on Christmas, for you as the traveler - whether you're in 1A or 39D - there is a mental state that you have to put yourself in: that you're traveling at the busiest time of the year, and you're going to take whatever comes your way.

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

On a plane, you're in your own little bubble, so I try and enjoy it and don't get worried or frustrated about delays.

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.

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.

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

You define a good flight by negatives: you didn't get hijacked, you didn't crash, you didn't throw up, you weren't late, you weren't nauseated by the food. So you are grateful.

To many, Heathrow in August is a paradigm of Hell.

The idea of being stuck in a plane with dozens of people chatting over each other on their phones might feel like Dante's 10th circle of hell.

I am starting to hate airports and the whole business of getting onto the plane. It all takes so long I want to scream.

The real reason I love Bamburgh is that it's the only place in the world where I ever truly relax.

I am cursed with the inability to sleep on planes - ever.

I get very creative when I'm trapped in a plane and I can't do anything else.

I grew up in airports and on air bases. I know what flying and airports can be. And most airports make me feel like we're about three per cent better than ants. Especially U.S. airports. They're zoos. All civility is gone.

Imagine if every airport would blast Brian Eno. I bet going through security wouldn't be as difficult. I can't imagine someone being aggressive with me with Brian Eno music pumping through the terminals at LAX.

The problem with airports is that we go there when we need to catch a plane - and because it's so difficult to find the way to the gate, we tend not to look around at our surroundings.

You need a lot of comfort and nothing to be on your weight to play as you wish.

I never quite know how to fill that anxious, semi-wasted time before a midday flight home.