I connect you to the world but I have no voice of my own. I live in your pocket and light up with information. I remember everything you tell me and everyone you know. I can show you places you have never been and let you talk to people far away. Without electricity I am useless. What am I?

Colorful sticks of imagination, melting rainbows in the hands of young artists, leaving vibrant trails on blank landscapes.

I have a head but no eyes. I get beaten but never cry. I have skin but no bones. A pillow deadens my moans. The heart tones...

In the heart of the machine, I spin, a circular dance, teeth interlock, crafting motion's advance. Without me, the giant stands still, a silent tale of iron will.

I have many arms but no skin, and hundreds of DIAMONDS but no wealth. I hang upside down all day, yet I never get a headache. I’m born from fire and ice, and I can turn a dark room into a ballroom with one flip of a switch. What am I?