The Queen. Her like has not been seen before and I doubt it will ever be again.

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.

Elsie Eccleston, my mother, for her emotional intelligence, kindness, intense curiosity, and chicken and leek pies.

The exact median middle-aged black woman in the US. If hard work guaranteed success, she’d be the most successful person on the planet. But she isn’t, yet she keeps on going.

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

Golfer, priest, police officer, teacher and, after going to the movies, actor.

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

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 would have to be a film called Pickup On 101. It was a very interesting story, about a wandering musician and an old guy on his way back to his home town to spend his last days, but they made it into a pile of dishonest trash.

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