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

I literally fell among Quakers when I went up to Oxford.

This Christian poison hasn't stopped yet.

Early on I saw the repression and idolatry of Stalinism, and when it cracked, I was open to religion again.

To my surprise, my 70s are nicer than my 60s and my 60s than my 50s, and I wouldn't wish my teens and 20s on my enemies.

Jews are just like everyone else, only more so.