
As quoted in Howl (1993-07-22).
Interviews (1989-1994), Print
Interview, Fabian Paffendorf, wicked-vision.com, November, 2003, 2007-09-30 http://www.wicked-vision.com/artikel/thorne/e_interview.php,
( also available in German http://www.wicked-vision.com/artikel/thorne/d_interview.php).
As quoted in Howl (1993-07-22).
Interviews (1989-1994), Print
“It's sort of like hazing, a fraternity prank. Sort of like that kind of fun.”
Stated about abuse of Iraqi prisoners at Abu Ghraib by United States soldiers (May 3-4, 2004), quoted in — [Hunt, Jim, They Said What?: Astonishing Quotes on American Democracy, Power, and Dissent, Polipoint Press, 2009, 196, 23398015M, 9780981709161, 0981709168, 2009023037, 313653904, [JK31.H88 2009]]
"Lyndon LaRouche: 'He's a Bad Guy, But We Can't Say Why'" http://www.schillerinstitute.org/exon/lar_bad_guy.html (15 February 2000).
Pop Chronicles: Show 22 - Smack Dab in the Middle on Route 66: A skinny dip in the easy listening mainstream. (Part 1) http://digital.library.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc19775/m1/, 1965 https://archive.is/n1D2N.
When asked by SportsHollywood "What is valley girl Julie Richman doing today? http://www.sportshollywood.com/askforeman.html
President's Radio Address http://georgewbush-whitehouse.archives.gov/news/releases/2008/03/20080308.html, regarding the President's veto of a bill that would have banned waterboarding as an interrogation technique (March 8, 2008)
2000s, 2008
Kobos, Andrzej (2012). Po drogach uczonych. 5. Polska Akademia Umiejętności. pp. 317–335. ISBN 978-83-7676-127-5.
Letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne (July 1851); published in Memories of Hawthorne (1897) by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, p. 158
Context: Whence came you, Hawthorne? By what right do you drink from my flagon of life? And when I put it to my lips — lo, they are yours and not mine. I feel that the Godhead is broken up like the bread at the Supper, and that we are the pieces. Hence this infinite fraternity of feeling. Now, sympathising with the paper, my angel turns over another leaf. You did not care a penny for the book. But, now and then as you read, you understood the pervading thought that impelled the book — and that you praised. Was it not so? You were archangel enough to praise the imperfect body, and embrace the soul.