“The wind plays the world like an instrument. Blows through trees like flutes. But trees won’t grow in cement. And as heart beats bring percussion fallen trees bring repercussions. Cities play upon our souls like broken drums.” — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
Fax me a fact and I'll telegram a hologram or telephone the son of man and tell him he is done. Leave a message… — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
I didn't ever want to make a rap album. I considered it too limiting. Now that's exactly what I've gone and done — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
American culture is often so self-consumed that we often think that our problems are just our problems. — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
I remember back in the day when Chuck D called hip-hop the 'black people's CNN.' Well now, hip-hop is more like Fox News. It's… — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
If we're gonna progress as a people we are going to realise that, as one of my favourite poets says, the other is a… — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
I keep trying to forget, but I must remember. And gather the scattered continents of a self, once whole. Before they plant flags and… — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
The organization of self, and all self-aligning principles would be those that I promote. — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
Jay Z and President Bush have a lot in common, that same brash confidence — Saul Williams Copy Share Image
