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

This Christian poison hasn't stopped yet.

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.

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

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

It's more fun to watch without joining in.

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