Everyone wants to dream about playing on Sundays, but does everyone want to work to get there? And once you get there, are you thankful, or are you just happy to be there? What's your next step? What's your next plan? Me? I want to be great.

I was 11 when a teacher suggested to my parents that they should send me to drama classes to curb my disruptive ways in the classroom. The next Saturday I was acting, and thereafter it became a ritual of my youth to see a show at the Belvoir on Sundays and, if I was lucky, another at the Opera House on Monday after school.

Saturdays and Sundays, America in the year 2009 does not in some ways differ significantly from the country that existed almost 50 years ago. This is truly sad.

I definitely have a relationship with God for myself, and yes I grew up that way, and I choose to keep the relationship that way. It's real; that's my balance. Sundays, I was in church, and Monday through Friday, I was with the knuckleheads having a little fun.

On Sundays, we would travel to the town and watch English movies. This way, we must have ended up watching some 1,000 movies during college.

Whenever I have time, I do my fitness. I go running on my own on Sundays or on Eid. I'd rather gym every day than go watch movies.

I did grow up next door to Steve McQueen, who was a very famous movie star at the time, but as a kid it didn't impress me. We always had great fun with him. He would take us out on Sundays on his motorcycles, riding around in the desert; he was like a second father.

You know, my dad wasn't a photographer or filmmaker by profession, but on Sundays, he would take pictures of me and my family or his pals horseback riding, and it was a means of communication and affection, a means of not being so dysfunctional with each other.

I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible, worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

"Sundays too my father got up early

I had a standing agreement with God. I'd agree to believe in him, barely, so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.

I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible worse than Sundays. I get melancholia.

Saturdays and Sundays America in the year 2009 does not in some ways differ significantly from the country that existed almost 50 years ago. This is truly sad.

I would go visit my mom on Sundays and my brother was working on stuff. I'd go in there and sing a little melody then we started working with words and the next thing you know it was just born organically without really trying.

My mom was sarcastic about men. She would tell me Adam was the rough draft and Eve was the final product. She was a feminist minister an earth mom who wore a bra only on Sundays.

On Sundays when I speak I hopefully give somebody something that they can use the next day at work or at home.

I did grow up next door to Steve McQueen who was a very famous movie star at the time but as a kid it didn't impress me. We always had great fun with him. He would take us out on Sundays on his motorcycles riding around in the desert he was like a second father.

You know my dad wasn't a photographer or filmmaker by profession but on Sundays he would take pictures of me and my family or his pals horseback riding and it was a means of communication and affection a means of not being so dysfunctional with each other.

When I'm in town on Sundays I sometimes go down to the Central Bar in the East Village to watch English football. But my natural inclination now is to get in the car with my wife and kids and get out of town.