A crippling accident.

That the Proust Questionnaire will continue to be used by lazy, overworked journalists for another century or so (since you asked …).

Being found out.

Instead, I am badly oppressed by a gnawing sense of waste. I had real plans for my next decade and felt I’d worked hard enough to earn it. Will I really not live to see my children married? To watch the World Trade Center rise again? To read—if not indeed write—the obituaries of elderly villains like Henry Kissinger and Joseph Ratzinger? But I understand this sort of non-thinking for what it is: sentimentality and self-pity.

Spending time with my family—with no phone, no fax, and no meetings.

I am a major shoe queen.

From a heart attack at the Kodak Theatre when they announce I won best actor for Terminator 3.

It became such a big part of my life that even when I sleep in past 6 o'clock in the morning, I feel guilty because I hear my father's voice saying, you know, Arnold, that's not how this country was built, by sleeping in. Be useful. Do something. What are you doing now?

I have a great family, great friends, and a fantastic career. But I'm also really proud of the work I do for kids—like the Special Olympics, promoting health and fitness for youngsters, and working on afterschool programs, such as the Inner City Games and Arnold's All-Stars.

People who speak with heavy American accents. I can barely understand them. No, seriously, dishonesty.