The forecast isle kiss goodbye and never hello all kisses are then parting kisses

— Saul Williams

The greatest American shave not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die

— Saul Williams

The greatest Americans have not been born, yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die.

— Saul Williams

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

— Saul Williams

They say that I am a poet wonder what they would say if they saw me from the inside I bottle emotions and place them into the sea for others to bottle on distant shores I am unsure whether they ever reach and for that matter whether I ever get my point across or my love

— Saul Williams

This is her body this is her blood

— Saul Williams

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. Furthermore, we trust that the moon shall guide us. Furthermore, we are determining the future at this very moment. Furthermore, we know that the heart is the philosopher's stone. Our music is our alchemy.

— Saul Williams

... We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. Furthermore, we are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us. Furthermore, we are determining the future at this very moment. Furthermore, we now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone. Our music is our alchemy...

— Saul Williams

... We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. Furthermore, we are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. Furthermore, we now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone. Our music is our alchemy. We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a handful of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever...

— Saul Williams

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle atop some crumbling building, spring to life resuscitated angel.

— Saul Williams