Ernest Hemingway: His weapon of choice was a pen, his R of choice women, hunting and fishing (not necessarily in that order). The fatalism he brought to tales of combat, bullfighting, and the pursuit of big game, as well as his lean prose style, pointed American novelists in new directions. Too macho to abide his burly body's aging, Hemingway ended his own life with a shotgun.
The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. Ernest Hemingway
I've read so many Hemingway biography's and so many of his novels, and short stories ... and just things about his life, as well as his death (I have the book, "Final Drafts") ... so I can actually find the irony in this statement. sigh!