Sweet Smells Are Sometimes Used To Cover

That Was The Way Of This Cold World, Where Men Fished The Sea And Dug In The Ground And Died, Whilst Women Brought Forth Short-lived Children From Beds Of Blood And Pain.

You Don't Just Have People Who Wake Up In The Morning And Say, "what Evil Things Can I Do Today, Because I'm Mr. Evil?" People Do Things For What They Think Are Justified Reasons. Everybody Is The Hero Of Their Own Story, And You Have To Keep That In Mind. If You Read A Lot Of History, As I Do, Even The Worst And Most Monstrous People Thought They Were The Good Guys. We're All Very Tangled Knots.

If We Leave Our Smells Behind Us When We Leave A Room, Surely Something Of Our Souls Must Remain When We Leave This Life?" - Qyburn

But The Real Enemy Is The Cold. It Steals Up On You Quieter Than Will, And At First You Shiver And Your Teeth Chatter And You Stamp Your Feet And Dream Of Mulled Wine And Nice Hot Fires. It Burns, It Does. Nothing Burns Like The Cold. But Only For A While. Then It Gets Inside You And Starts To Fill You Up, And After A While You Don't Have The Strength To Fight It. It's Easier Just To Sit Down Ot Go To Sleep. They Say You Don't Feel Any Pain Toward The End. First You Go Weak And Drowsy, And Everything Starts To Fade, And Then It's Like Sinking Into A Sea Of Warm Milk. Peaceful, Like.

Knowledge Is A Weapon, Jon. Arm Yourself Well Before You Ride Forth To Battle.