She looked all around. It was so strange to feel trapped in the middle of so much open space. But that was exactly how she felt.

You can get claustrophobia and agoraphobia - a fear of wide, open spaces - simultaneously on a spacewalk.

The parking spaces outweigh the height.

Flora threw herself forward at the signal, and the men standing nearby cheered. Two of them ran alongside for a few steps, waving their hats. "Go, pig! Pull, pig!

You don't have to look for trouble. It will find you. And when that happens"--Luna disappeared, but her voice continued--"keep up that great spirit and make a plan, because nine lives is just a state of mind.

I'm very attracted to the great open spaces of the West.