Raising Steam (Discworld #40)

By Terry Pratchett; Published In 2013
Genres: Fantasy, Fiction, Humor, Comedy
All it takes is for people to believe and I am no longer just an artefact put together by clever engineers. I am an idea, a something made of nothing, whose time has come to be. Some may even call me "Goddess

And in this doleful mood he ventured to wonder if they ever thought back to when things were just old-fangled or not fangled at all as against the modern day when fangled had reached its apogee. Fangling was indeed, he thought, here to stay. Then he wondered: had anyone ever thought of themselves as a fangler?

Anger was a weapon to be honed and treasured and used only at the moment yielding most premium.

Bandits and governments 'ave so much in common that they might be interchangeable anywhere in the world...

Everybody present laughed nervously, except Lord Vetinari, who just laughed.

Everything is magic when you don’t know what it is. Your sliding rule is a magic wand to most people.

here is the new thing and here it is. And yesterday you never thought about it and after today you don’t know what you would do without it. That was what the technology was doing. It was your slave but, in a sense, it might be the other way round.

I have to ask, sir...Why does it have to be done like this?"
Vetinari smiled. "Can you keep a secret, Mister Lipwig?"
"Oh, yes, sir. I've kept lots."
"Capital. And the point is, so can I. You do not need to know.

In Ankh-Morpork you can be whoever you want to be and sometimes people laugh and sometimes they clap, and mostly and beautifully, they don't really care.

I see embarrassment among all of you. That's good. The thing about being embarrassed is that sooner or later you aren't, but you remember that you were.

It is impossible to accommodate everyone and twice as impossible to please all the dwarfs.

It was like ... like wizardry, but without the wizards and the mess.

Moist groaned. It was the crack of seven and he was allergic to the concept of two seven o'clocks in one day.

Moist waited. Lord Vetinari could outstare a statue and make even a statue start to feel nervous and confess. Moist's counter was a fetching grin, which he knew annoyed Vetinari beyond measure, and there was absolute silence in the Oblong Office while blank stare and cheery grin battled it out for supremacy in some other dimension.

New things, new ideas arrived and strutted their stuff and were vilified by some and then lo! that which had been a monster was suddenly totally important to the world.

people went looking to find themselves and what they found was somebody else.

That's the trouble, you see. When you've had hatred on your tongue for such a long time, you don't know how to spit it out.

The aristocrats, if such they could be called, generally hated the whole concept of the train on the basis that it would encourage the lower classes to move about and not always be available.

The commander went, as they say in Ankh-Morpork, totally Librarian on them.

The grags came down heavily on those who did not conform and seemed not to realize that this was like stamping potatoes into the mud to stop them growing.

the queen appeared as innocent as one of those mountains which smoke a little, and then one day end up causing a whole civilization to become an art installation

There was always something that you had to do before you could do the thing you wanted to do and even then you might get it wrong.

The troll rumbled away in the direction of the coal store and his place in front of Billy was taken by a smartly dressed young lady with an air of authority. ‘Sir, I think the railway is going to need a translator. I know every language and dialect on the Disc.’ Her voice was firm but there was a glint of excitement in her eyes as she looked at Iron Girder and the other engines in the compound and Billy knew she was hooked. He also knew that ‘translator’ was not on his list of vacancies and sent her off to Sir Harry’s office, while he returned to his search for shunters, tappers and other workers. And so the line moved on again. It seemed everybody wanted to be part of the railway.

...the world kept turning and the Turtle moved.

They're fascinated, and fascinated people spend money.

This was, after all, Ankh-Morpork, where a man walked free even if he was not, strictly speaking, a man.

Uncertainty is always uncertain, but the difficulty with people who rely on systems is that they begin to believe that nearly everything is in some way a system and therefore, sooner or later, they become bureaucrats.

Vetinari gave him a look that did not actually employ a raised eyebrow but which implied that one might be forthcoming if the recipient of the look pushed his luck.

We can't just drop everything, sir!"
"Mister Lipwig. Is there something in the word 'tyrant' you do not understand?

When the humours were handed out, Ankh-Morpork got the one for joking and Quirm had to do make do with their expertise in fine dining and love-making.