I look at you, you look at me I raise my right, you raise your left. What am I?

We can be boring,Or interesting.
We can be long,Or short.
We can have pictures,Or just words.
Many love us,But many also hate us.
What are we?

What goes through cities and fields, but never moves?

Can you make the below equation true by using any three numbers from "1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13 and 15"?

( ) + ( ) + ( ) = 30

What does man love more than life, hate more than death or mortal strife; That which contented men desire; the poor have, the rich require; the miser spends, the spendthrift saves, and all men carry to their graves?

I am the beginning of everything, the end of everywhere. I'm the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space. What am I?

What work can one never finish?

With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?

It has five wheels, though often think four, You cannot use it without that one more, You can put things in it, you can strap things on top, You can't find it in the market, but you can still go shop. What is it?

You are in a land where thirty men and two women were dressed in classic black and white dresses.
They begin to fight as soon as any of them move.

Where are you?