"Groat looked torn between exultation and despair. 'But we've only got a bunch of old men, sir! They're pretty spry, I'll grant you, but...well, you've got to learn to walk before you try to run, sir!'
'No!' Moist's fist thumped the table. 'Never say that, Tolliver! Never! Run before you walk! Fly before you crawl! Keep moving forward! You think we should try to get a decent mail service in the city. I think we should try to send letters anywhere in the world! Because if we fail, I'd rather fail really hugely. All or nothing, Mr. Groat!'"
- Going Postal by Sir Terry Prachett