I am full of stories but no one who lives there has ever done anything. I am quiet by rule and huge by design. Walk in and you can borrow the whole world. What am I?

I speak without a voice and draw without hands. I get shorter every time I say something. Sharpen me and I am reborn. Ignore me and I collect dust. What am I?

I run but never walk, I murmur, don’t talk, I have a bed but never sleep.

Drop in a coin and make a request, I’m a bubbly spot for a peaceful rest. I send water upward without any hands, The splashiest center in all of the lands.

You can find me in a box Or hanging from a ceiling You'll find tons of me at sporting events And the greatest musicians performances Sometimes my belt goes bad in your automobile But without me... no one is cool