Answer:
I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do. What am I?
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
I wiggle and cannot see; sometimes underground and sometimes on a tree. I really don't want to be on a hook and I become a person when combined with βbookβ.
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.