An airplane crossed the sky, and she imagined its interior-people packed in rows like eggs in a carton, the chemical smell of the toilets, pretzels in foil pouches, cans hiss-popping open, black oval of night sky embedded in the rattling walls. How strange that something so drab, so confined, so stifling with sour exhalations and the fumes of indifferent machinery might be mistaken for a star.

— Maggie Shipstead

A railroad station? That was sort of a primitive airport, only you didn't have to take a cab 20 miles out of town to reach it.

— Russell Baker

But remember this, Japanese boy... airplanes are not tools for war. They are not for making money. Airplanes are beautiful dreams. Engineers turn dreams into reality.

— Hayao Miyazaki

He didn't like to fly--the noise and vibration gave him a headache--but, as with anything new, he was excited by the strangeness of it. The disjuncture intrigued him: stepping through a door in one place, sitting still for a few hours, then stepping out a thousand miles away. It seemed to him a very American mode of travel, even more so than the car, not simply going farther faster, but eliminating any temporal experience of the journey, skipping over whole sections of the country, the sole focus on arriving, with the help of expensive and arcane technologies, at one's destination, except of course, when one didn'tt--a thought brought on by his own instinctive disbelief and the bumpiness of the flight.

— Stewart O'Nan

I write to get ideas out of my head

— Bobbi Kay

Old Tom giggled, "Fooled ya, huh, Ma? We aimed to fool ya, and we're done it. Just' stood there like a hammered sheep. Wish Grappa'd been here to see. Looked like somebody'd beat ya between the eyes with a sledge. Grappa would a whacked 'himself so hard he'd a threw his hip out–like he's done when he has seen Al take a shot at that area' big airship the army got. Tommy, it comes over one day, half a mile big, an' Al gets the thirty-thirty and blazes away at her. Grappa yells, 'Don't shoot no fledgling's, Al; wait till a grownup one goes over,' an' then he whacked 'himself an' threw his hip out.

— John Steinbeck

That's the thing about flying: You could talk to someone for hours and never even know his name, share your deepest secrets and then never see them again.

— Jennifer E. Smith

The astronomical community need to start acknowledging jet aircraft contrails to be the problem that they really are!

— Steven Magee

The global population of Earth are involved in the following corporate government experiments: The long term effects of - 1. Nuclear bomb fallout radiation. 2. Man-made wireless radio frequency (RF) radiation. 3. Exposure to man-made electricity. 4. Eclipsing of the Sun by the International Space Station (ISS), satellites, airplanes and jet aircraft contrails (chem trails). 5. Eating food forced grown using a variety of toxic industrial chemicals. 6. Adding massive amounts of pollution to the atmosphere and water bodies. 7. Living in metal structures. 8. Exposure to abnormally high solar radiation levels. 9. Relocating to areas that the human has no genetic adaptation to. 10. An indoor lifestyle.

— Steven Magee

The plane had lost power in all three engines, dropped from thirty-four thousand feet to twelve thousand feet. Something like four miles. When the steep glide began, people rose, fell, collided, swam in their seats. Then the serious screaming and moaning began. Almost immediately a voice from the flight deck was heard on the intercom: "We're falling out of the sky! We're going down! We're a silver gleaming death machine!" This outburst struck the passengers as an all but total breakdown of authority, competence and command presence, and it brought on a round of fresh and desperate wailing.

— Don DeLillo