1. "Without an element of vulgarity, no man can be a work of art...I have to try and think what an artist is, apart from a hooligan who cannot live within his income of praise."
- Quote by Quentin Crisp
2. "Yesterday I felt like shit, so I rode my bike around town and repeatedly grafittied The revolution is not being televised in paint pen. It was a pointless action, but it nonetheless healed me to do this. It was an act of love for that hooligan Arundhati Roy. It was an act of self-love. I don’t expect it to change the world, but on the other hand, I know it will."
- Inga Muscio, Cunt: A Declaration of Independence
3. "Two Dutch researchers did a study in which they had groups of students answer forty-two fairly demanding questions from the board game Trivial Pursuit. Half were asked to take five minutes beforehand to think about what it would mean to be a professor and write down everything that came to mind. Those students got 55.6 percent of the questions right. The other half of the students were asked to first sit and think about soccer hooligans. They ended up getting 42.6 percent of the Trivial Pursuit questions right. The professor group didn’t know more than the soccer hooligan group. They weren’t smarter or more focused or more serious. They were simply in a smart frame of mind, and, clearly, associating themselves with the idea of something smart, like a professor, made it a lot easier—in that stressful instant after a trivia question was asked—to blurt out the right answer."
- Malcolm Gladwell, Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking
4. "Catastrophe! Of course! Last judgement! Horseshit! It's you that are the catastrophe, you're the bloody last judgement, your feet don't even touch the ground, you bunch of sleepwalkers. I wish you were dead, the lot of you. Let's make a bet,' and here he shook Nadaban by the shoulders, ‘that you don't even know what I'm talking about!! Because you don't talk, you "whisper" or "expostulate"; you don't walk down the street but "proceed feverishly"; you don't enter a place but "cross its threshold", you don't feel cold or hot, but "find yourselves shivering" or "feeling the sweat pour down you"! I haven't heard a straight word for hours, you can only mew and caterwaul; because if a hooligan throws a brick through your window you invoke the last judgement, because your brains are addled and filled up with steam, because if someone sticks your nose in shit all you do is sniff, stare and cry "sorcery!"
- László Krasznahorkai, The Melancholy of Resistance
5. "Everything’s fine. Except that Cecily’s pregnant, Matt Holden offered, grinning at Tate’s exasperated glare and Leta’s shocked gasp. What do you mean, Cecily’s pregnant? Leta burst out. She hit her son’s arm with her open hand. She hit him again. You hooligan, how could you! How could you? Tate defended himself with both arms. How do you know it was me? he teased. Who else could it be? Leta raged. Do you think my baby would let another man touch her? Would she jump into bed with any other man in the world except you? Are you crazy? Tate actually looked sheepish, and there was a new light in his eyes. Matt, after contemplating the two of them for a minute, sauntered off into the general direction of the kitchen, leaving mother and son alone together for the first time since the tempest had started. Tate stuck his hands into his pockets and stared down at his pretty little mother. If you haven’t finished hitting me, I think there’s a spot or two you missed, he pointed out, touching his"
- Diana Palmer, Paper Rose
6. "The hoodlum-occultist is sociopathic enough to, see through the conventional charade, the social mythology of his species. They’re all sheep, he thinks. Marks. Suckers. Waiting to be fleeced. He has enough contact with some more-or-less genuine occult tradition to know a few of the gimmicks by which social consciousness, normally conditioned consciousness, can be suspended. He is thus able to utilize mental brutality in place of the simple physical brutality of the ordinary hooligan. He is quite powerless against those who realize that he is actually a stupid liar. He is stupid because spending your life terrorizing and exploiting your inferiors is a dumb and boring existence for anyone with more than five billion brain cells. Can you imagine Beethoven ignoring the heavenly choirs his right lobe could hear just to pound on the wall and annoy the neighbors? Gödel pushing aside his sublime mathematics to go out and cheat at cards? Van Gogh deserting his easel to scrawl nasty caricatures"
- Quote by Robert Anton Wilson