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

I thought of such Christian inventions as the ghetto and the Jewish badge of shame. The Nazis didn't have to go very far to pick up their know-how.

On the way to work good-hearted young girls sometimes offer me their seats, which I accept and bless them in return, a transaction satisfying to all concerned.

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

To change, to convert? Why bother?

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

This Christian poison hasn't stopped yet.