A character from a show, where everybody knows your name. Also, a thing the current president is driving us off, with no shame

I’m a curtain that opens and shuts without a sound, watching over the windows where the soul is found.

Not a knight, but armored regardless. Not a twig, but still tend to snap. Always on the move, yet never leaving home.

A declaration by a famous sleuth. A type of particle. A school where one probably learned to spell this.

At night my children stab me, That's how I make their bed, Some look out with hollow eyes, The others have large heads, My children have two serpents: One flat, one thin I'm told, One stretches and squeezes to size things up, The other binds and holds.