Generally speaking, when people use the word fun, it's like a placeholder. You know, "How was your evening?" "Oh it was fun."

Fun has to do with habitual activities but then also terrifically novel or unusual ones. It works as a sort of strange milkshake of those concepts.

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

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

If you start the day not really expecting substantial change, but anticipating some small new revelation or some small alteration, then over time you're able to find them in more places.

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.

Play is this process of operating the world, of manipulating things. It's related to experimentation, and it's related to pleasure, but not defined by it.

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

It's not even that finding laundry pleasurable or delightful should be our goal rather than finding television delightful. It's that both laundry and television can be delightful.

The whole idea of play is in finding, acknowledging, and then working with the natural constraints and limitations that you find in the world.

There's just an enormous vast universe of possible intrigue out there and why not pay attention to it? Because then you're not burdened with trying to find that meaning in yourself all the time.

Five of the most dangerous words I know: ‘What’s in it for me?

Dare to explore the beautiful places of the world.

What a hell of a heaven it will be when they get all these hypocrites assembled there!

To become a true global citizen, one must abandon all notions of otherness and instead embrace togetherness.

Photography as a fad is well-nigh on its last legs, thanks principally to the bicycle craze.

Clary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?" "Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting." -Clary and Jace pg. 114

Out of love, women become entirely what it is that they are in the imaginations of the men who love them.

Working with Candy Bergen was really wonderful.

When unhappy, one doubts everything when happy one doubts nothing.

I think we have to realize that Canada is not immortal; but, if it is going to go, let it go with a bang rather than a whimper.