Sticks and stones, I'll break yer bones, but names ain't worth a quarrel. - Philip Pullman

Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it, Lyra. That’s original sin.

But as the wave expended its force and the waters withdrew, the bleak rocks remained; there was no arguing with fate; neither his despair nor Lyra’s had moved them a single inch.

The mind has plenty of ways of preventing you from writing, and paralysing self-consciousness is a good one. The only thing to do is ignore it, and remember what Vincent van Gogh said in one of his letters about the painter's fear of the blank canvas - the canvas, he said, is far more afraid of the painter.