Answer:
This is needed both for courage and hardcover books.
What weaves webs as they grow?
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
My first half is normally made of stone, my second is crazy, and I taste sweet when complete.
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?