All of our technology is completely unnecessary to a happy life.

Doing something you enjoy at times of your own choosing and making a living from it: now tell me, is that work?

...[W]e should be mucking about all the time, because mucking about is enjoying life for its own sake, now, and not in preparation for an imaginary future. It's obvious that the mirth-filled man, the cheerful soul, the childish adult is the one who has least to fear from life.

Life has been reduced to a series of long periods of boredom in the office punctuated by high-octane "experiences" which you can rack up on your list of things to do before you die. That's not really living: that is slavery with the occasional circus thrown in.

Although I played a lot of computer games in my 20s, now I have children of my own I hate them with a passion.

I count it as a certainty that in paradise, everyone naps.

I've found that there isn't any correlation whatsoever between the hours put in and the quality of what comes out. Most of the Beatles' songs probably originated in about five minutes.