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

During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.

My mother enjoyed old age, and because of her I've begun to enjoy parts of it too. So far I've had it good and am crumbling nicely.

If a dish doesn't turn out right, change the name and don't bat an eyelid. A fallen souffle is only a risen omelette. It depends on the self-confidence with which you present it.

I have ended as a Reform Rabbi, grateful to Christianity for so many good things.

This Christian poison hasn't stopped yet.

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