Read a thousand books, and your words will flow like a river.
I can almost guarantee that Google thinks I’m a psychopath. My last three searches were “Is it possible to slit your own throat?” “Does ripping skin make a sound?” and “How long would it take for someone to bleed out through their forearm?”.
But I’m not insane, I promise.
I’m a writer.
The last sentence negates the previous one.
There is no remedy so easy as books, which if they do not give cheerfulness, at least restore quiet to the most troubled mind.