As a young child in the West Indies and having fun with my friends, playing sport and hanging about.

When my son Jason King Derulo was born.

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

About twice a week I think I’m having the best day of my life. When was I happiest? Er, Tuesday.

Always have final cut

The studios are superreluctant to give final cut. They have so much money riding on these things, so they want a committee to go and rule the roost.

Most people, these days, they don’t even believe in reincarnation. They’d say, you only go around once.

There are so many people I’ve loved working with, but you’ve got to get the right person for the project.

An idea comes. Scripts are organised ideas. When you read a script, it comes alive in your head. And that aliveness in the head is like seeing it and hearing it and knowing it. Or if an idea comes from outside, boom, you catch it in your brain and you see it and you hear it, and you know it. You sometimes fall in love with these things. All you do in cinema is translate those ideas. They talk to you, so you just stay true to the idea and translate it as good as you can.

Well, my family moved to Alexandria, Virginia from Boise, Idaho when I was in the eighth grade. Pretty soon after that, one night, on the front lawn of my girlfriend’s house, I met a boy named Toby Keeler, who went to a private school. He told me his father was a painter. At first I thought he meant a house painter, but then he said, “No, fine art painter” and a bomb went off in my head. In that millisecond, I only wanted to be a painter.