“Once, I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off.”

“I heard of a man who had a razor made of Valyrian steel. He cut his head off trying to shave.”

“Are you certain they never cut your member off?" Tormund gave a shrug, as if to say he would never understand such madness. "Well, you are a free man now, but if you will have the girl, best find yourself a she-bear. If a man does not use his member it grows smaller and smaller, until one day he wants to piss and cannot find it.”

“he counts to ten as quick as any man, I have seen him do it... though when he needs to go to twenty he does take off his boots.”

“My gentle sister seems to have mistaken me for Ned Stark.”“I hear he was taller.”“Not after Joff took off his head.”

“That man said he’d take your head too.”“Well, as to that,” Yoren said, “if he can get it off my shoulders, he’s welcome to it.”

“They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.”