Yeah I caught up, nearly finished now too. Some more quotes.

"'Some people will lose out and others will benefit, but hasn't that always been happening since the dawn of time?' he said out loud. "After all, at the beginning there was the man who could make stone tools, and then along came the man who made bronze and so the first man had to either learn to make bronze too, or get into a different line of work completely. And the man who could work bronze would be put out of work by the man who could work iron. And just as that man was congratulating himself for being a smarty-pants, along came the man who made steel. It's like a sort of dance, where no one dares stop because if you did stop you'd be left behind. But isn't that just the world in a nutshell?'"

"Rhys was feeling something of what the referee had to go through since all the balls were kicked right at him. How could you be the Low King in a realm where even the factions had factions and those factions had microscopic dactions? He envied, oh how he envied, Diamond King of Trolls who, apparently, gave instruction and advice to his myriad subjects. After which they said thank you, something that the Low King didn't hear very often. Diamond King spoke for all trolls everywhere. The dwarfish race, however, had fractured now almost to the point of disarray and all of this ended up as a problem the Low King had to deal with."

"Heddwyn put his hands on his axe and said, "My father was a fat miner. My grandfather was a fat miner. And so was my grandmother, she was a very fat miner and I was a miner when I was a minor. My mother gave me a tiny pick as soon as I was old enough to hold it. Every one of my relatives back to the dive of the Fifth Elephant was a fat miner and I'll tell you, the export income from the Plains for our purest fats is what keeps this town running. So I won't take an insult like this from a b'zugda-hiara too afraid to look at the sunshine""

"Albrecht coughed and said 'Your majesty, in this instance I find myself standingg shoulder to shoulder with you. I am appalled to see things go this far. What are we but creatures of communication and communication accurately communicated is a benison to be cherished by all species everywhere. I never thought I would say this, but the news I am hearing lately, and am expected to delight in, makes me ashamed to call myself a dwarf. We have our differences and it's right and proper that we should have them, and discourse and compromise are cornerstones in the proper world of politics....'"

"'Yes! Yes! That's the way! Lord Vetinari's way, too. He believes that people should strive to be better in every respect. I can see it now, Harry. Picture a young man taking his young lady on a train and hazarding an extra sixpence to go in the better-class seats. Well, he's no end of a swell, and he'll look around him and think, This suits me down to the ground and no mistake, I could do with more of this.
And when he goes back to work he'll strive, yes, strive, to become a better, that's to say, richer person to the benefit of both his employer and himself, and not, of course, neglecting to thank the owner of the railway, to wit, your good self, who allowed him to have ideas above his railway station. Everybody wins, nobody loses. Please, please, Harry, allow people to aspire. I mean who knows, they might have been in the wrong class all this time. Your railway, my friend, will allow them to dream, and once you have a dream you've got somewhere closer to reality.'"

"And not only that, Mister Mar-Keee, I'm real. If you cut me, do I not bleed? And if you do, I bleeding well cuts you too, no offence meant" - Of the Twilight the Darkness

"The corpses of the railway workers and goblins who had fallen in the battle were carefully, even reverentially, placed on to the handcar. A few of the goblins disappeared into the scenery and returned with wild flowers to put on the bodies. It was one of those little observations that subtly turned Moist's universe around. Goblins believing that those who fell in battle had paid their dues."

"Two dwarfs is an argument, three dwarfs is a war"

"'So may I ask what is your business on the railway?'
'None, really. I thought, well, you only live once and when I was a little girl my mother said I was always following carts to see where they were going and now that my husband Archibald has passed on I thought that this should be the time to go and see the world... You know faraway places with strange-sounding names.... Like Twoshirts and Effing Forest and Scrote. One imagines all manners of exotic occurrences must take place somewhere with a name like Twoshirts. So many places I've never been to... I have a whole world to experience before it's too late, and I'm keeping a journal of it all as I go, so I'll be able to enjoy the world all over again when I get back.'"

"Later, after Moist had finished talking to the dancing toadstools and Mr Whoopee, the man who could amusingly eat his own face, it must have been Moist's feet alone that found his bed, plodding along like a couple of old donkeys via the good offices of Sergeant Colon and Corporal Nobby Nobbs, who apparently found him just outside his house talking to his knees. And, according to Nobby, listening intently to what they had to say.