Once you begin to explain or excuse all events on racial grounds, you begin to indulge in the perilous mythology of race.
“I was down with Lucinda Williams and Mary Chapin-Carpenter. We did an acoustic tour, just the three of us, three chicks and three guitars.”
“No one ever found wisdom without also being a fool. Writers, alas, have to be fools in public, while the rest of the human race can cover its tracks.”