Pious XII was too neutral to mention the gas chambers; decent people like my own family were turned into devils by crude Christianity.

I still go to a Christian priory for retreats.

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

To change, to convert? Why bother?

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.

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.

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