People take issue with individual aspects of Wikipedia all the time. But it's kind of hard to hate the general idea of a free encyclopedia. It's like hating kittens.

Imagine a world in which every single person on the planet is given free access to the sum of all human knowledge. That's what we're doing.

I'm a big advocate of freedom: freedom of speech, freedom of expression, freedom of thought.

My original concept was to provide a free encyclopedia for every single person in the world.

The goal is to give people a free encyclopedia to every person in the world, in their own language. Not just in a 'free beer' kind of way, but also in the free speech kind of way.

The real struggle is not between the right and the left but between the party of the thoughtful and the party of the jerks.

Most people assume the fights are going to be the left versus the right, but it always is the reasonable versus the jerks.

We are growing from a cheerful small town where everyone waves off their front porch to the subway of New York City where everyone rushes by. How do you preserve the culture that has worked so well?

Love. It isn't very popular in technical circles to say a lot of mushy stuff about love, but frankly it's a very very important part of what holds our project together.

Everybody tells jokes, but we still need comedians.

A lot of people who work on open-source software don't mind making money elsewhere. They aren't anticommercial.

I prefer to die fighting than living defeated

Look around you, something is behind you. find it whether it's me or your Shadow

Where people are not present, talking about them is either lie or ridiculous.

I've lost so many battles than I can even remember. But I didn't know I was stronger than I thought.

Scary in the idea it could be a little overwhelming to have 70 or 100 clowns in a public space. Intriguing in that it could be something interesting. I'm up for any kind of public art.

The greenhorn is the ultimate victor in everything; it is he that gets the most out of life.

The subject of a novel is not the plot. Who remembers what happened to Lucien de Rebempre in the end?

Houses! I hate houses. I like public places. Houses break your heart.

A powerful enough metaphor grows its own truth.

I just suddenly thought, people really get off on being scared. They pay money to see green foam come out of people's mouths.