So many. All childcarers and most primary teachers.

My mum was only 17 when she had my brother, and 19 when she had me. She was learning the ropes as she went along, and had a heroin addict boyfriend, which wasn’t easy.

A friend named Paul Hill [one of the Guildford Four] spent 15 years in prison doing time for crimes he did not commit. We communicate most days. I admire the hell out of him.

Aung San Suu Kyi – for her courage, self-sacrifice and showing that you don't need to be fierce to be strong.

I hate rich people that feel a need to tell you how hard they had it (“We had the smallest pool on the block”). And I hate poor people that feel a need to puff up their bios so they can better fit in with the rich—you meet a lot of Talented Mr. Ripleys in showbiz.

August 16, 1985. My dad took me and my brothers Andre and Tony to see the Fresh Fest at the Nassau Coliseum, on Long Island. We saw Whodini, the Fat Boys, and Grandmaster Flash. Greatest day of my life. The births of my children were big days, too, but billions of people have children—only 15,000 people saw that show.

Just a lazy day roaming New York with my daughters—La Esquina for lunch and Mister Softee for dessert.

I have a child-like fear of being late. I’m a grown man, and I’m scared I’m going to the principal’s office.