During those years, I would take a shower, and it had a door, not a curtain, a door, a glass door, which would steam up, and I’d write every morning – because I hadn’t told anyone, even my parents or friends, that I wanted to act, it was embarrassing or something, and I knew it was too important to me to have it be anything but a secret. But the door would steam up, I didn’t dare keep a diary or anything, and I’d write ‘Please God, let me be an actor’, and then, before I left the shower, I would wipe it off.

Jeff Goldblum: the Buddha of Hollywood | Culture | The Guardian

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