Answer:
I need to be taken from you before you can have me.
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I fill a room but take no space. What am I?
When you take away the whole from me, there is always some left. What am I?
Wind and cord combine, buzzing in the box. In all this we find, though to some the use is lost. What am I?
If it’s information you seek, come and see me. If it’s pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?