This Christian poison hasn't stopped yet.

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

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.

What would I have done if I'd been put to the test? Would I have risked my own life for people I hardly knew? Probably, I would have looked the other way at best or become another apologist for evil at worst.

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

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

For a devotee or lover, the being, worshipped or loved, will always be the only one for her or him.