Silvia Plath:

"Where, how, with what and for what, to begin? No incident in my life seemed ready to stand up for even a twenty-page story. I sat paralyzed, feeling no person in the world to speak to, cut off totally from humanity, in a self-induced vacuum: I felt sicker and sicker. I couldn't happily be anything but a writer and I couldn't be a writer. I couldn't even set down one sentence. I was paralyzed with fear ..."