Frank Hendriks Photography: Whether it's sleeping or playing video games or riding my bike or studying. Giving my brain up. That's what's important.
Frank Hendriks Photography: So much shit, so little time.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Look at your three best friends. If they're ok, then it's you.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere. Don't always agree it's real. Even with my feet upon it and the postman knowing my door, my address is somewhere else.
Frank Hendriks Photography: What makes life even more mysterious, what truly probes the depth and complexity of the psyche, is that on an overcast day that one cloud would pass entirely unnoticed.
Frank Hendriks Photography: The educated man pictures a horde of submen, wanting only a day's liberty to loot his house, burn his books, and set him to work minding a machine or sweeping out a lavatory.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Time moves so fucking fast.
Frank Hendriks Photography: The best way to not feel hopeless is to get up and do something.
Frank Hendriks Photography: The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the heart-work on the images imprisoned within you.
Frank Hendriks Photography: One last thing, stop looking for me.
Frank Hendriks Photography: I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve or save the world and a desire to enjoy or savor the world.
Frank Hendriks Photography: It’s like the tree and the bicycle. I grew around it and it became part of me.
Frank Hendriks Photography: I knew this was my chance to show that I could take good care of myself and descend well at high altitude.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.
Frank Hendriks Photography: See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Let the psychotics take over. They alone understood what was happening.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.
Frank Hendriks Photography: My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Frank Hendriks Photography: Despite everything, I can't bear the thought of this bag being lost forever. And though I have no choice about the one, at least I can choose about the other.
Frank Hendriks Photography: This was the last time I ever saw my doctor alive.
Frank Hendriks Photography: I circled the site before I came in. If there's anyone within five kilometers, I'll eat my camera.
Frank Hendriks Photography: It is a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.
Frank Hendriks Photography: You've got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you've got to starve like a winter alleycat, you've go to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
Frank Hendriks Photography: The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Naked people have little or no influence on society.
Frank Hendriks Photography: A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities.
Frank Hendriks Photography: Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can. Of course, I could be wrong.
Frank Hendriks Photography: People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.