I didn't want to be on the losing side. I was fed up with Jewish weakness, timidity and fear. I didn't want any more Jewish sentimentality and Jewish suffering. I was sickened by our sad songs.

Because of my Marxism, I was not into myths or miracles, whether it was the virgin birth, the physical resurrection or casting out demons from an epileptic.

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

I found that when I did something for the sake of heaven, heaven happened. These things changed my life. I owe them to my encounter with Christianity.

I recovered my infant Judaism, but in a reformist version.

Discrimination against Jews can be read in Thomas Aquinas, and insults against Jews in Martin Luther.

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