Answer:
What is so delicate that saying its name breaks it?
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
I am a type of cheese made backwards
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see, and I'm neat and tidy, as can be. What am I?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.