When you are unemployed, weekends are seven days long.

There was nothing like a Saturday – unless it was the Saturday leading up to the last week of school and into summer vacation.

Hip Hip Hurray! It’s Saturday. Good Weekend!

Why is Monday so far away from the weekend and Saturday so close to Monday?

One thing’s for sure, if you don’t play, you don’t win.

The difference between who you are and who you want to be is what you do.

Never give up on something that you can’t go a day without thinking about.

Beer, boxers, and batteries for the remote control; that is all a man needs to get through Saturday.

Your mind is powerful. When you fill it with positive thoughts your whole world will change.

My work is like my vacation, so in a way every day is like Saturday.

There are not enough days at a weekend.

Your body tells you what it needs, and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning, it’s probably because you need the sleep.

In New York, it seems like there’s no Monday or Saturday or Sunday. The town is always moving. The vibe is great.

This whole working for a living thing goes on for how long?

If you work eight-hour days, from Monday to Friday, then you have to keep the weekend sacred.

Better days are coming. They are called Saturday and Sunday.

What is coming is better than what is gone.

I learned that the hardest party to pull off successfully is Saturday night dinner.

Nothing fades faster than the false hope that the weekend will not end fast.