Hemingway: Have you ever made love to a truly great woman?
Gil: Actually, my fiancee is pret-ty sexy.
Hemingway: And when you make love to her you feel true and beautiful passion and you, for at least that moment, lose your fear of death.
Gil: No. That doesn't happen.
Hemingway: I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving, or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face, like some rhino hunters I know, or Belmonte, who is truly brave, it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds. Until it returns, as it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again.
Think about it.