The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.
Ernest HemingwayI loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.
Ernest Hemingway