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

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.

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

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.

Praying privately in churches, I began to discover that heaven was my true home and also that it was here and now, woven into this life.

For a Christian, Jesus is the unique and only way that God has fully revealed himself. For a Jew this cannot be.

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