Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

— Saul Williams

For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our children so long for the sacrifice and endurance of our mothers and the sustained breath of our fathers we live

— Saul Williams

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding

— Saul Williams

Hip-hop is still cool at a party. But to me, hip-hop has never been strictly a party; it is also there to elevate consciousness.

— Saul Williams

I laced my shoes with sorrow and walked a weary road dead end streetsdon't come undone with double knots wing tipped shoes that walk on air through vacant lots

— Saul Williams

I presented my feminine side with flowers. She cuttle stems and placed them gently down my throat. And these TU lips might soon eclipse your brightest hopes.

— Saul Williams

I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.

— Saul Williams

My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus I rhyme.

— Saul Williams

She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.

— Saul Williams

She stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

— Saul Williams