“Remember, I was only in to fighting; I wasn’t a high-ranking underworld figure selling the Crown Jewels! I wasn’t the Merthyr Mafia and I had no connections with the goings on of petty criminal matters.”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“He caught me neat, right on the fucking face and I took one step back and thought, you’re not getting away with that you bastard! I was punching the piss out of him, he kept going down, but I didn’t kick him, he’d had enough. I didn’t put the boot in to a man older than myself. But this confrontation was out of the blue, out of the fucking blue. That’s what I had to face.”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“Everyone in the valleys knew me and because of that, so many people used my name in the valleys that there must have been at least a hundred times a night that the name ‘Malcolm Price’ was used.”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“I never knew any of these people who were using my name, if I had a fiver for every time my name was used for protective purposes by these people to ward off trouble then I’d be a millionaire many times over by now.”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“There was just one cheeky bastard in the club that night and it started World War Three. There was a bloodbath down there, they all got locked up, and the police dogs didn’t need feeding for a week after that.”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“Someone once asked me if I knew the feeling of fear. Oh, I knew fear. Well, really speaking I never feared any fucker at that time; I’ve got to be honest. But I knew fear, the fear of losing! There was never any fear of combat! My father instilled that fear in to me and that was what drove me on to win … the fear of what was to come after you went home saying you’d lost!”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“In a dancehall in Kendal, I chased the bouncers out of the fucking dancehall, they were wearing white coats and they took these coats off, put them on the floor and jacked; Ginger Harris and me, we put the white coats on and took over for the night!”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“People keep telling me that I’m a legend in Merthyr and a legend in many other places. Here’s my understanding on that, what’s a legend? I don’t really know what a legend is, I don’t even know the word. I’m not a King Arthur reincarnate either. I might be one of the Round Table, but I’m not King Arthur.”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man
“Being open to conversion is much like writing a book. We start with a goal and a thesis we want to develop. There is much tedious work in the details, and the daily pages may wear down our spirits. The sheer length of it overwhelms us. It tempts us to goof off at times, knowing that the deadline is very distant. But our spiritual conversion is the book of a lifetime! It has our sweat and blood in it. How can we settle for something second rate? The days and weeks and months go by, and the distractions keep coming. We need passion and intensity to resist them. A great book, like a truly spiritual life, does not come about without constant and diligent effort.”
Source: Running with God: Spiritual Fitness for All Seasons
“You know, the Lord said to Adam: ‘Come forth, come forth,’ and he came fifth and won the fucking apple, do you know what I mean. If you can walk away, walk away but it’s hard to do”
Source: Street Warrior: The True Story of the Legendary Malcolm Price, Britain's Hardest Man