"You always hear the phrase, money doesn't buy you happiness. But I always in the back of my mind figured a lot of money will buy you a little bit of happiness. But it's not really true. I got a new car because the old one's lease expired"
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Brin’s line works because it punctures the tidy self-help proverb with the most deflating weapon imaginable: logistics. He starts where we all start - half-believing the moral lesson (“money doesn’t buy happiness”) while quietly negotiating a loophole (“a lot of money will buy you a little bit”). That inner bargain is deeply modern: we don’t reject the cliché, we try to arbitrage it.
Then he pulls the rug out. The “not really true” isn’t delivered as saintly renunciation; it’s followed by an almost comic non-pleasure: “I got a new car because the old one’s lease expired.” Not “because I wanted it,” not “because it felt amazing,” but because the subscription clock ran out. It’s a perfect miniature of late-capitalist affluence, where even luxury arrives as a checkbox in a contract. The new car is reduced to an admin task, a replacement cycle.
The subtext is less “wealth is bad” than “wealth is weirdly anesthetic.” When you can buy anything, purchases stop functioning as narrative milestones. They become maintenance, like updating software. Coming from a Google cofounder, the context matters: he helped build an economy that prizes frictionless upgrades and recurring renewals. The joke lands because it’s also an indictment of that system’s emotional thinness.
Brin isn’t claiming poverty is ennobling. He’s pointing at a specific disappointment of extreme comfort: the fantasy that abundance will reliably translate into felt joy. Sometimes it just translates into a newer model and the same brain.
Then he pulls the rug out. The “not really true” isn’t delivered as saintly renunciation; it’s followed by an almost comic non-pleasure: “I got a new car because the old one’s lease expired.” Not “because I wanted it,” not “because it felt amazing,” but because the subscription clock ran out. It’s a perfect miniature of late-capitalist affluence, where even luxury arrives as a checkbox in a contract. The new car is reduced to an admin task, a replacement cycle.
The subtext is less “wealth is bad” than “wealth is weirdly anesthetic.” When you can buy anything, purchases stop functioning as narrative milestones. They become maintenance, like updating software. Coming from a Google cofounder, the context matters: he helped build an economy that prizes frictionless upgrades and recurring renewals. The joke lands because it’s also an indictment of that system’s emotional thinness.
Brin isn’t claiming poverty is ennobling. He’s pointing at a specific disappointment of extreme comfort: the fantasy that abundance will reliably translate into felt joy. Sometimes it just translates into a newer model and the same brain.
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| Topic | Happiness |
|---|---|
| Source | Help us find the source |
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