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Everyone told me to pass on 'Speed' because it was a 'bus movie.'
rush-hour commuters who were surprised by
All the seats were taken, and I had to squeeze into a three-inch slot. I lost my balance when the train pulled away, but a human crumple zone buffered my fall. We stayed like that, half fallen. The Diagonal People.
I wish I could get all the discourteous drivers on a ship and sail them away and make sure it's a really horrible, wavy journey and when they get to where they're going, keep them there.
Free spirited free riders they're on their way but don't know where they're going ...
The best that we can do is to be kindly and helpful toward our friends and fellow passengers who are clinging to the same speck of dirt while we are drifting side by side to our common doom.
...the narrow arched entries that continually vomited passengers.
I'm sorry for being a little tense, Island. I suppose I'm not used to having guests in the front seat. My clients usually ride in the trunk, you know.
Anyone who has ever sat in a train as it rushes through a dark night will know that sometimes there are long minutes when the coaches slide smoothly along without so much as a shudder.
Third-class passengers are treated like sheep and their comforts are sheep's comforts.
The driver said, "This is bullshit. We're gonna get railroaded here. I want an attorney." The passenger climbed out, spilling glass from the
Leaving the vehicle, its slaghtered passengers, and another small piece of my humanity behind.
You can enjoy the journey of life in two ways: you could be the passenger or the driver of life.
The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
A herd of laughing kids zipped by the passenger-side window on Roller-blades. I hoped they never went from laughter to heartache as quickly as I had.
They already knew that they would be telling people about the morning for a long time to come, maybe for the rest of their lives, and the taxi ride was the first attempt at a first draft of a story that would have to satisfy parents, siblings, children, and grandchildren.
Airline travel is hours of boredom interrupted by moments of stark terror.
You see, it's essential that one of us stays awake during the flight [ballon]. So, rather than using the comfortable Virgin seats which we used to cross the Atlantic, we've asked British Airways for two of theirs.
It is imperative when flying coach that you restrain any tendency toward the vividly imaginative. For although it may momentarily appear to be the case, it is not at all likely that the cabin is entirely inhabited by crying babies smoking inexpensive domestic cigars.
I imagined the passengers could see me, imagined I was a passenger that could see me looking up at myself looking down.
Some people prefer the passenger role, because it imposes no real pressure to decide or stand accountable for their life results.
Make everybody fall out of the plane first, and then explain who they were and why they were in the plane to begin with.
The passengers were on my aircraft, and I have to take responsibility for that.
With 'Titanic,' you have all the first-class passengers interwoven with wonderful stories about the maids and the engineers, the people downstairs in the galleys.
Alex the pilot heaved a sigh and said, I am required by FAA regulations ... blah blah ... seat belt ... blah ...
Delay and dirt are the realities of the most rewarding travel.
Enthusiasm attracts more passengers and energizes them during the ride.
What is the matter?" asked the passenger, then, with mildly quavering speech. "Who wants me? Is it Jerry?
Two other passengers, besides the one, were plodding up the hill by the side of the mail. All three were wrapped to the cheekbones
Ride of the Valkyries
subway stations...
passengers who token through life
There is a bomb on board, we are meeting their demands, we are heading back to the airport.
The night, Charlene made the long ride
The ancient dream of man to fly among the stars and go through the could and look down on the lands and seas has degenerated in its realization to the socialized and apathetic behavior of passengers who hardly look out the windows.
When they got back into the carriage they felt greater strangers than before.
The city was a vast and stationary carousel, forever boarded by millions of would-be passengers who took their seats, waited and then dismounted.
Life is going on even if you are not on the train.
Please, Mr. Engineer let a man ride the line
Please, Mr. Engineer let a man ride the line
I ain't got no ticket please let me ride the blinds
Whether by plane, bus or carpet,
own the magic in your ride.
You know, sitting in the car when they got back in and - first of all, it was relief. I was not - there were two get away cars or switch cars they were called. And, you know, the group tended to include everyone.
And of course the Passenger finds this highly amusing: that moments ago I was sniffing the bright buds of spring and forswearing the way of all flesh, and now I am once again up on point and eager to slay - but this is different.
Headwinds are sore vexations and the more passengers the sorer.
They can argue whatever they want. The problem is, when you interview every passenger, during the interviews you are looking for - you profile - you do profiling, to find the suspicious ones and put them out from the rest of the passengers.
I tell the players that the bus is moving. This club has to progress. And the bus wouldn't wait for them. I tell them to get on board.
They have worries, they're counting the miles, they're thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they'll get there - and all the time they'll get there anyway, you see.
It often takes more courage to be a passenger than a driver.
That ship is loaded with treasure, but there's a hole in the ship. And my job is to get everyone to row in the same direction.
When you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go
The wind funnelled down the covered platform, jostling the passengers and tearing at their clothes. A woman's scarf whipped by overhead, somersaulting as if intoxicated by the sudden taste of freedom.
Last time I went Intercity there were a couple across the aisle having sex. Of course, this being a British train, nobody said anything. Then they finished, they both lit up a cigarette and this woman stood up and said, Excuse me, I think you'll find this is a non-smoking compartment.
The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.
Flight attendants all over the world saw 'Sex and the City.' Doesn't matter what country you are in. The flight attendants know Jack Berger.
Fare forward, travellers! not escaping from the past
Into different lives, or into any future;
You are not the same people who left that station
Or who will arrive at any terminus,
While the narrowing rails slide together behind you.
We were fools and now we were driving to our deaths in a rental car. Janet Jackson was tinkling from the speakers, asking what we had done for her as of late
I wanted to do my part to help preserve that golden age of travel ... I step aboard The Patron Tequila Express railcar, and I go back in time to the days when a long journey was something fun and very special.
Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
We Rode to war in a taxi-cab
The station was crowded by the time the express pulled up. I felt then, as I do now, that there is no joy like the arrival of a train [ ... ] particularly a European train that will carry you south.
Are airplanes always like that? So full of people?
We all must travel,' the driver said, keeping his eyes on the way ahead. His hands grasped the wheel firmly. 'It is the essence of all things, to move and change and keep going forward and backward and around. Even the spirits and the dead.
We rode in silence, I think all of us wondering what was behind the flowery wallpaper our perceptions had always pasted on the unknown. All the things the mind won't allow us to see, to protect our sanity, or our soul, or maybe just to keep the shit out of our pants.
There was a sense of being taken on a journey by the grandmaster of the road trip. You feel this weird angel taking you somewhere. You don't know where, but you trust him.
Sure we're in limos. We're stars. How else is a star supposed to travel?
Life is a boundless privilege, and when you pay for your ticket, and get into the car, you have no guess what good company you shall find there.
can identify the movie that's playing. Extra EXTRA points if you can identify the cars
Air travelers, of course, are famous for their hubris. They carry on too many bags and use the restroom when the seat-belt sign is on.
The bus stops and out get the sort of people who travel by bus between cities: students, old people--mainly women--and the middle-aged who cannot afford the train and who have never grown old enough to drive. Out we get, and away we go, the young, the old, and the failed girls.
One of the pleasures of travel is to dive into places where others are compelled to live and come out unscathed, full of the malicious pleasure of abandoning them to their fate.
To me, traveling by bus is like climbing into a closet and watching 'Das Boot.'
Transportation is the center of the world! It is the glue of our daily lives. When it goes well, we don't see it. When it goes wrong, it negatively colors our day, makes us feel angry and impotent, curtails our possibilities.
The front seat is for people who've never been kidnapped by bloody numpties. Jesus Christ, Baz.
The joy of travel does not lie in reaching the destination, but in the companions met with on the journey, the changing scenery through which the traveller passes, and even the inconveniences that break up the monotony of the ordinary routine life.
The abuse of cabmen in a block.
The train goes slowly. From time to time it stops, so that the dead can be taken off. It stops a lot.
The train came, and Jules Jacobson stepped on and thought: I am the loneliest person in this subway car.
Everyone was boarding a night train, heading to a far-off destination. Tsukuru envied them. At least they had a place they needed to go to.
Travellers understand, instinctively and by experience, that travel and adventure change and elongate time, even while navigating the deadlines of airline and train departures.
Emma was a shocking driver, simultaneously sloppy and petrified, and for the first fifty miles had been absent-mindedly driving with her spectacles on top of her contact lenses so that other traffic loomed menacingly out of nowhere like alien space cruisers.
Some people like to travel by train because it combines the slowness of a car with the cramped public exposure of an airplane.
called The Flying Haldemans: Pity the Poor Private Pilot.
Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.
Then the flight attendants, garbage bags in hand, glided down the aisle, looking each one of us square in the face and whispering, without discrimination, Your trash. You're trash. Your family's trash.
Airline hostesses show you how to use a seatbelt in case you haven't been in a car since 1965.
When I find myself wondering what hell must be like, I'm reminded of the terminals in Atlanta. Thousands of people, most of whom don't know one another, crammed into a limited space, all in a hurry and trying desperately to get out.
I am a passenger on the spaceship Earth.
Life's a Trip ... ok. I just want to know who packed for me ...
Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.
of the station wagon tearing up the
The people who went on that airplane were unexceptional.
I have always had a dread of becoming a passenger in life.
Human beings are on a journey of awareness, which has momentarily been interrupted by extraneous forces.
Penn station", Ali said to the driver, slamming the door. Then she turned back to Hanna. "We ditch the bitches", she said. "And then we take them down".
Whimsy doesn't care if you are the driver or the passenger; all that matters is that you are on your way.
Airports in major cities, like LAX, are trippy environments. It is at once a national and international gathering of those in transition: The euphoric, emerging from planes, their journey at an end, and the determined, about to depart.
MYSTERY OF THE TRAVELING
The 'Station to Station' film is a fast-moving journey through the modern creative landscape. It's a kaleidoscope of voices and impressions rather than a standard linear film.
Today everyone, whether they know it or not, is in the emotional transportation business. More and more, success is won by creating compelling stories that have the power to move people to action. Simply put, if you can't tell it, you can't sell it.
Pilots are a rare kind of human. They leave the ordinary surface of the word, to purify their soul in the sky, and they come down to earth, only after receiving the communion of the infinite.
Everybody always wanted to do something, and here come the guys who always wanted to joyride in a city bus.
We're in a giant car heading towards a brick wall and everyone's arguing over where they're going to sit.