So I think all comedians are earning their wings into heaven. We&#39;re all going to heaven, but everybody&#39;s not going to get their wings. Some people are just going to be regular angels. Doing cleanup, janitor work. In heaven, I&#39;m going to sit on the couch with Oprah.

Far from idleness being the root of all evil, it is rather the only true good.

You can go to the doctor a million times if you&#39;re feeling down, and get nowhere, but if you go for a run it makes you feel really good.

For some reason, I kept seeing it—it trembled and silkily glowed on my damp retina—a radiant child of twelve, sitting on a threshold, "pinging" pebbles at an empty can.

Written By Vladimir Nabokov

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