The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)

Tarly, when I was a lad half your age, my lady mother told me that if I stood about with my mouth open, a weasel was like to mistake it for his lair and run down my throat. If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, beware of weasels.

Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.

I want to make my kingdom beautiful, to fill it with fat men and pretty maids and laughing children. I want my people to smile when they see me ride by, the way Viserys said they smiled for my father. (Daenerys)

Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

But Tolkien doesn't ask the question: What was Aragorn's tax policy?

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.