I often find there’s an equal benefit to being in a comfortable, well rested studio session, but also the more pressured headspace of being in an airport or working at 7 A.M., fresh from the club with the music still ringing in your ears.
Sometimes it feels like I spend half my time in planes or airports.
I mostly get noticed in shopping malls, airports, red states. The Cheesecake Factory. I am more likely to get stopped in San Antonio or Oakland than in New York or L.A.
I have a following, but it’s small. I have this level of fame where people spot me in the airport, consistently, but they always think they’re the only one who ever has. People will think they win a prize when they recognize me.
Everything has changed. The flying changed. The airports have changed.
I truly believe that at some point they’re going to have kiosks in every NBA arena, like they do at the airport when you get your boarding pass, so you can bet on the games.
Anywhere I go, there is always an incredible crowd that follows me. In Rome, as I land at the airport, even the men kiss me. I love Rome.
A witticism in an airport security line is like a Swiss tap – turn it on, and you instantly find yourself in hot water.
I would vote for Bush if for no other reason than to be at the airport waving off all the people who say they are going to London if he wins again. Someone has got to stay behind.
I have learnt that I am incapable of packing the right amount of clothing, probably because I start 10 minutes before I’m supposed to leave, and that I truly hate airports.
It’s funny, when I’m in airports and I’m walking around, maybe feeling a little tired in my sweatpants and not wanting to talk to folks, I just put on my sunglasses. And usually it works every time.
Who can guarantee that if we allow the Palestinians to establish a state, we won’t find rockets there as well, half a mile from the airport or 10 miles from Tel Aviv?
If, by chance, you were to meet me at the Casablanca airport or on a boat sailing from Tangiers, you would think me self-confident, but I am not. Even now, at my age, I am frightened when crossing borders because I am afraid of failing to understand strangers.
I’m constantly complimented for my voice, even by random people at the airport!
I have to put my father over because he really taught me a lot, especially when it comes to out-of-the-ring psychology and how to react when you’re approached by fans after a show or in the airport. It might sound silly, but a lot of those things come into play when you’re playing a character.
I remember I’d be sleeping in the airport at 5 o’clock in the morning, traveling three hours, and playing a game that day. We never even chartered until my third year in the NBA.
Yeah, people following me down the street and at the airport and all that. I can’t imagine what it must be like for people who are, you know, actually famous.
When you’re standing in line at the airport, and your shoes are off, your belt is off, and your personal belongings are being closely scrutinized, and you’re standing with your hands in the air, waiting to be patted down, do you feel protected? I don’t. I feel like I’m the enemy.
