I wish that Google would realize its own power in the cause of free speech. Google lives and profits by free speech and must use its considerable power to become a better guardian of it.

The only sane response to change is to find the opportunity in it.

Perhaps we need to separate youth from education. Education lasts forever. Youth is the time for exploration, maturation, socialization.

The first step in blogging is not writing them but reading them.

Owning pipelines, people, products, or even intellectual property is no longer the key to success. Openness is.

Do what you do best, and link to the rest

Make linking to the rest an essential part of what you do best.

Just as our kids don't understand the difference between broadcast and cable, the line between TV and Internet TV is about to disappear.

The cost of independence has dropped.

I hate baseball. It's dull. Nothing happens. It's like watching grass - no, Astroturf - grow

Just heard the best word in the English language: benign. (And I don't need to see that doctor again for five years.)

Praying is holy act.

Through many tribulations, we begin to search for the truth.

Love, love, love, says Percy.And hurry as fast as you canalong the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.Then, go to sleep.Give up your body heat, your beating heart.Then, trust.

I understand China, and I understand the Chinese mind. I understand where they're coming from. They are not our friend.

I rejoice in my spine, as in the firm audacious staff of that flag which I fling half out to the world.

Recent discoveries about apes suggest, however, that a gorilla or common chimp stands at least as good a chance being murdered as the average human.

When I was in fourth grade I was drawing Jordans when my mama couldn't afford them.

Hirsch and Ford believe that we've 'demonstrated' enough. It's now time for 'doing.' This book shows how to be missional 'Right Here, Right Now.'

A word may become so defiled by bad use that it will take a century before it can be purifed, and brought into use again.

My prophecy is but half his journey yet, For yonder walls, that pertly front your town, Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds, Must kiss their own feet.