Diogenes carried me without owning me. Zeno could never finish crossing me. Borges filled me with libraries, yet left me unexplored. Empires claimed me, cartographers scarred me. I am measured but never held, occupied yet never grasped, divided but never cut. Every kingdom begins with me, and every grave receives me. What am I?

I can have holes, but I'm no sponge I can have armor, but I'm no knight I'm where you're scheduled to be buried If you've lost me, you don't know what you're doing

A little bat called for his dad, saying that there's a monster under his bed. To which the dad said; For the last time son, - is not under your bed!

I turn you green but I'm not paint, You can't feel me and be a saint, I'm a deadly sin that makes you covet, To gain your wings, you must rise above it

What do you get when you cross snowman with a vampire?