Michael D.

“You are always hungry. You get the proper amount of food for a dog your size, plus a bit more, since we’re walking most of the day. See?” I showed him the nutrition label I had torn off the dog chow bag. “It says right here, this is how much you should get.” “Hmm. You are trusting a label, that could have been written by a cat?” “It wasn’t written by a cat.” “Uh huh. Tell me something, since you always do what the label says. The other day, when I watched you eat an entire box of cookies, did the label list twenty four cookies as the serving size?”
― Craig Alanson, Desperate Measures

“Poetry is for the desperate, and for people who have grown old enough to have something to say.”
― Arkady Martine, A Memory Called Empire

“Ooooh, I love stale chips!” Duke’s tail was wagging his entire butt, he was so excited. “You do? Come on, you don’t actually love them.” “I do. Stale chips are the ones I get to eat. If the chips are fresh,” his ears drooped and the tail hung low, “you keep them all to yourself.” “Uh huh. Your life is a shocking tragedy of endless suffering.” He gasped, his jaw dropping open. “You know that, and still you oppress me?”
― Craig Alanson, Desperate Measures

“But this? People given a chance to find the truth of their heritage and gifts threatened because they will not simply lie down and die to leave the status quo? “No, Ambassadors. The Royal Martian Navy will not stand by and permit this to happen. If Mage-Queen Kiera herself ordered me to stand down, I would defy that order. Politics and constitution be fucked. “Task Group Twenty-Eight is going to war. While I breathe, those children will not be harmed.”
― Glynn Stewart, The Lies Arcana