I don’t care as long as Jeffrey and I go together and we end up in a big suite with a view of the ocean.

My pain is under control and I'm terribly happy - it sounds weird to say, but I'm as happy as I've ever been in my life. I used to think I'd rather be hit by the proverbial bus, but having a couple of months knowing this is coming has really helped me both do the boring 'death-min', but also get my thoughts and prepare myself, and feel so accepting of what's to come. It's been such a great bonus, actually.

In my sleep. And I don’t think about it. It’ll be what it’ll be.

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

In the hospital giving birth to my second daughter with my first daughter right there in the room as it was happening. I don’t remember any pain. I just remember feeling more alive and full of fierce mama bear love than at any other point in my life.

Being at home on a Sunday night with my husband, Will, and all of our children, eating chicken tikka masala and naan from our favorite restaurant.

If hoarding and procrastination were Olympic sports, I’d have at least 70 gold medals.

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.

Balloons. I have a big phobia of balloons. Big.