Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.

Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.

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

I was not comfortable worshipping another Jew.

For some years I deserted religion in favour of Marxism. The republic of goodness seemed more attainable than the Kingdom of God.

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

I was not allowed a physical lover. Falling in love with Love was the best I could get.