In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.

I was certainly open for something being on the edge of a nervous breakdown, perplexed by my own sexuality. I was gay.

I thought of such Christian inventions as the ghetto and the Jewish badge of shame. The Nazis didn't have to go very far to pick up their know-how.

It was admitted by the early rabbis that the sectarians could be as full of good works as eggs were full of meat.

What would I have done if I'd been put to the test? Would I have risked my own life for people I hardly knew? Probably, I would have looked the other way at best or become another apologist for evil at worst.

I began to see that my problems, seen spiritually, were really my soul's plusses.

The Christian use of religion as a personal love affair both shocked me, and attracted me.