Some rather seek up high Than dig and grind that inner truth Saul Williams More Quotes by Saul Williams More Quotes From 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. Saul Williams love romantic life 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 hips hip-hop party There is nothing more negligent than attempting to address a problem one finds on a branch than by censoring the leaves. Saul Williams addresses branches problem I think that the heart is a lot like those wonderful fruit, like coconut and mangoes, you know, you have to break the skin, you have to break it open to get to the good part. Saul Williams skins heart thinking Sometimes our thoughts and feelings are our most prized possessions... and then there are times to let go of your possessions and wander. Saul Williams letting-go feelings sometimes If you're just addressing your own emotions and challenging yourself to find some sort of harmonious sense of being in life and questioning authority and questioning what's given and questioning what's expected of you, you're already on the cusp of finding something in yourself, and maybe waking something in somebody else. Saul Williams waking emotion challenges We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness. We trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We know that the heart is the philosopher's stone. Our music is our alchemy. Saul Williams moon darkness heart 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 lie. There are no other people. Race is a social construct. Saul Williams race lying people she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away Saul Williams stuck my-heart heart I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of life injecting my story into the veins of leaves only to find that stories like forests are subject to seasons Saul Williams veins stories tree There is no music more powerful than hip-hop. No other music so purely demands an instant affirmative on such a global scale. When the beat drops, people nod their heads, “yes,†in the same way that they would in conversation with a loved one, a parent, professor, or minister. Saul Williams powerful parent people I think that good writing is based on good reading. Maybe it's not about writing today, maybe it's about reading today. Maybe it's about finding the sort of book you would never read. Saul Williams reading writing book My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine. Saul Williams imagination love-you love-is I dance for no reason, for reasons you can't dance, Call me an activist of intellectualized circumstance You can't learn my steps until you unlearn your thoughts Spirit, soul, can't be store-bought. Saul Williams soul spirit steps Legislation won't necessarily start a riot. But the right song can make someone pick up a chair. Saul Williams legislation chairs song Fax me a fact, and I'll telegram a hologram. Saul Williams holograms fax facts I think art can really serve to inspire a movement - and, of course, it has in the past. The Civil Rights movement wouldn't have the same resonance without the songs from everyone from Pete Seeger to Odetta to James Brown. Saul Williams song past art intelligence is intuitive you needn't learn to love unless you've been taught to fear and hate Saul Williams taught intuition hate Music has always pushed ahead social movements and can do much more than just dumb down a populace. Saul Williams movement dumb social she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun Saul Williams signatures ifs sun
