We have to always spread sugar on top of it in order that we can tolerate swallowing the things we're supposed to do, which is an incredibly depressing way of thinking about living your life. Not just that your work or your home life would be so miserable that you have to slather sugar on it, but then the sugar is all you're tasting. If that's the only way that I'm finding meaning, then we have this sort of mental diabetes that we're descending into.

There are things about us that make us who we are, personality traits, or capacities that we have, or knowledge we possess or that we don't possess, habits we have that are good or bad.

Fun doesn't have anything to do with pleasure, necessarily. I think this will be terrifically unintuitive for people.

If you think of play as being in things, there are things that are playable, then it becomes the work of figuring out what a thing can do.

It's helpful to be prepared to celebrate the tiny things that you can do, where you meet the world and you negotiate an outcome that's quite tiny. But you can still make it feel remarkable.

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

We have so many choices that it's only always our fault if we're malcontent.