“But sometimes...sometimes I wake with a mad thought in my head: What if that boy's life mattered as much as anyone else's, even Caesar's? What if I were offered a choice: to doom that boy to the misery of his… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
“Men like Caesar and Pompey--they're not heroes, Meto. They're monsters. They call their greed and ambition "honour," and to satisfy their so-called honour they'll tear the world apart. But who am I to judge them? Every man does what he… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
All writing is an act of self-exploration. Even a grocery list says something about you; how much more does a novel say? — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
When I was a boy, my grandfather taught me the list of kings: Romulus, Numa Pompilius, Tullus Hostilius, Ancus Marcius, Tarquinius the Elder, Servius… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Even the crudest, most derivative novel is an expression of the author's hopes and fears and ideas about good and evil. — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
“The strands (the gods) weave out of our mortal lives are like a pattern visible only from the heavens; we here on earth can… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Im like the painter with his nose to the canvas, fussing over details. Gazing from a distance, the reader sees the big picture. — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
In politics, reality and appearance are of equal importance. You cannot attend to one and neglect the other. A man must determine both what… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Some men are one thing on the surface and another underneath. The true poet shows not just the exterior of his subject, but all… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
“But sometimes...sometimes I wake with a mad thought in my head: What if that boy's life mattered as much as anyone else's, even Caesar's?… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
Adrienne Mayor's inquiry into the myth--and surprising reality--of Amazon women begins with the fierce Greek huntress Atalanta, but takes us deep into the past… — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
I'm like the painter with his nose to the canvas, fussing over details. Gazing from a distance, the reader sees the big picture. — Steven Saylor Copy Share Image
