When I'm on a plane, I am the annoying person humming into my phone. Sitting there static with nothing to do, a lot of melodies come to me. So I've written a lot of songs on planes.
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.
I had the feeling every time I was on a plane everyone was going to die. It was a horrible phobia. A stupid one.
Any time I'm in a moving thing, like an airplane, I'm usually asleep before we even get on our way.
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 would hate to be on a plane every day.
I think getting drunk is the key to flying comfortably. A couple of bloody marys or several glasses of champagne, and suddenly it's like you're on a roller coaster.
Every time I travel, I'm in a rage until I reach my destination. I find myself shouting at suitcases, as if it's their fault that I'm an inefficient packer. I've also learnt that whenever you despair of humanity and start thinking that you hate people - as I frequently do - you only have to travel to realise that people are basically all right.
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.
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.
The only time I can't sleep is on a plane, when I am literally keeping it in the air with my brain.
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.
I don't do small planes!
I hate flying. The first time I flew with my wife, Najat, was the first time I'd ever flown in my life, and that was just a short flight to Turkey. I spent the whole time with my shirt pulled over my head. Then I got used to it.
People don't talk to me on airplanes.
I hate flying, airports and the whole rigmarole - queuing up, security and lost luggage.
I don't like flying. I'm a bit scared of it and don't enjoy the whole experience.
I prefer not to fly, but sometimes it's unavoidable.
Any time I have to get on a plane and leave my kids for a few days, it's kind of tortuous.
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.
I was a nervous flyer before, but now I've gotten used to it.
I don't want to get the same looks I give people when they get on a plane holding a baby: "That's a cute baby, just keep walking, keep walking, keep going, keep going.
I love to travel but hate traffic and planes. I wish I could just beam myself anywhere instantly.
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!
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.
