We are on the cusp of this time where I can say, "I speak as a citizen of the world" without others saying, "God, what a nut."

The danger in media concentration comes not from the concentration, but instead from the feudalism that this concentration, tied to the change in copyright, produces.

The war against illegal file-sharing is like the church's age-old war against masturbation. It's a war you just can't win.

Creation always involves building upon something else. There is no art that doesn't reuse. And there will be less art if every reuse is taxed by the appropriator.

Before the monopoly should be permitted, there must be reason to believe it will do some good - for society, and not just for monopoly holders.

Monopoly controls have been the exception in free societies; they have been the rule in closed societies.

If the Internet teaches us anything, it is that great value comes from leaving core resources in a commons, where they're free for people to build upon as they see fit.

A culture without property, or in which creators can't get paid, is anarchy, not freedom.

Of all the creative work produced by humans anywhere, a tiny fraction has continuing commercial value. For that tiny fraction, the copyright is a crucially important legal device.

Technology means you can now do amazing things easily; but you couldn't easily do them legally.

All around us are the consequences of the most significant technological, and hence cultural, revolution in generations.

People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.

Children harbor a great many doubts and sorrows that could be eased by a loving hug from a parent.

Hasn't it dawned on your twilight mind, even in the seconds span of a falling star, that you might be missing something more than your sleep?

The first and great commandment is don't let them scare you.

That's what my mother doesn't understand about my lipstick and dark clothes. I don't wear tattoos to freak her out; I wear them because I have to. It's me.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

There is only the moment. The now. Only what you are experiencing at this second is real.

Casanova, he had no money and no power, and according to some, he even was cute. But he had talent to live, and some literature talent. I love how he invented himself.

Angels we have heard on High Tell us to go out and Buy.

You are the smartest children i know. You just don't beleive it.