“I can shake off everything if I write,” Anne Frank wrote in her diary in April 1944. “My sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. But, and that is the great question, will I ever be able to write something great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer?”
“We are all bitched from the start,” wrote Ernest Hemingway in a 1934 letter to F.Scott Fitzgerald, “and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get that damned hurt, use it.”
When Hemingway was asked if he had ever had an analyst, he said, “Sure I have. Portable Corona number three. That’s been my analyst.”