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

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

We're stuck in these situations with other people and our stuff and our jobs, and thinking that we can extract ourselves from those seems doomed to me. Instead, how can we live within those systems of constraints? We don't have to enjoy them, exactly, but at least acknowledge that those boundaries are real and that they structure our response to the world. And then once you do that, you allow yourself to say "I did my best given the circumstances."

The actual effort that you can exert upon the universe is fairly limited.

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

Be contemporary. Have impact. Strive for it. Be of the world. Move it. Be bold, don’t hold back. Then the moment you think you’ve been bold, be bolder. We are all alive today, ever so briefly here now, not then, not ago, not in some dreamworld of a hypothetical future. Whatever you do, you must make it contemporary. Make it matter now. You must give us a new path to tread, even if it carries the footfalls of old soles. You must not be immune to the weird urgency of today.

For me, what fun means is finding novelty in the suffocating familiarity of ordinary life.