A friend named Charles Strobel, who runs the Campus for Human Development in Nashville. It’s a homeless shelter. He lives a life of pure kindness, and he’s a funny guy.

Meghan Markle. I don’t know how she continues to walk through this world with the grace, strength, and purpose that she does given the unbearable amount of vitriol and hate she has been subjected to, but she does. I wish she didn’t have to.

Filippo Grandi, United Nations Refugee Agency high commissioner.

My daughter, Lael. She’s fearless and fun. In her eight years, she’s had traumatic events, but still gives hugs.

1 May 1981 in Paris, because that’s the day I was reconverted to Catholicism.

After the initial travel ban debacle, I wept with joy at all the good people who came out against this fascistic edict.

My son Ramón was the victim of my wrath at a particular time that still withers me with disgrace.

Shares in The Way, which turned out to be the best movie I have done. Written and directed by my son Emilio, it’s a father-son story about the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.

Making Apocalypse Now. I had a close call with a heart ailment due to anxiety, fear and physical abuse: I was not taking care of myself.

That I was partially responsible for bringing some extraordinary human beings into the world, and they responded to me as a loving father.