The problem with fun is we really don't know what fun means at all.

I think the most important thing to realize about play is that it's this thing that's in stuff, it's not in you.

If you stop someone who's talking about something being fun, and say "Well what do you mean?" it's almost impossible to answer.

I think a lot of the misery that people experience comes from that sensation of boundlessness, of infinite possibility.

When we think about play and games and the situations in which having fun is seen as an outcome, they often have to do with repetition. You're returning to something again, and even despite that similarity, you squeeze something new out of it.

I think this dichotomy or opposition between work and play, between leisure and serious stuff, is definitely a bad way of thinking about the useful insights that play provides.

Every now and then if you try, you can discover something new.