Answer:
I am pinched by grandmas
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
I am of several different kinds, but the one you pick doesn't do its job. What am I?
I have a head tail but no arms and legs.
The more of me there is the less you see.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?