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

If a dish doesn't turn out right, change the name and don't bat an eyelid. A fallen souffle is only a risen omelette. It depends on the self-confidence with which you present it.

In speaking of Jesus, I must speak about Christianity because I do not think it possible or profitable to divide the two.

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

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.

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.

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.