With no hammer or any kind of tool I build my house so quickly. What am I?

Some live in me, some live on. And some shave me to stride upon. I rarely leave my native land. Until my death I always stand. High and low I may be found. Both above and below ground.

It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.

Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a bloodthirsty killer. What am I?

Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.

What is round on both ends and hi in the middle?

Everybody has some. You can lose some, you can gain some. But you cannot live without it. What am I?

In Paris but not in France, the thinnest of its siblings.

I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.

If you agree give me one of these.

The more you look at it, The less you see.

What fruit is of great use in history?

All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.

I may seem real but it always turns out. I was never there in the first place... You only see me during a certain resting stage. What am I?

He died for people's entertainment.

Covered in stone and sun. It's home to many but also none. What is it?

I encourage people to run home and steal. What am I?

What is that which, though black itself, enlightens the world without burning?

It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes our bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestrained, the planet it roams.

You may have to assure your date's dad that you have these kind of intentions.