I have a warm side and on cold. At night your head I’ll grab my hold. Sleep tight I’ll guard you still. In the comfort you’ll have your fill. What am I?

I hold without hands and bend without breaking, Small in my form, yet styles I am making. Found in a curl or a twist of design, I’m not a road turn, though I share the sign. What am I?

I live by the Colt, die by the Colt. My code is law, but justice is bought. Who am I?

Used to contemplate or have fun. My parties are known worldwide. While my waving is constant, some stop to see a world in a piece of me.

Olive, tree? Fortunes revealed! Magic technique, Cups to conceal