Frank Hendriks Photography:
When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory depends on the day.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Don't look for me again.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Crap. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. None. Nowhere to be found. Crap. Why doesn't anybody realize this?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I'm mad, I said I'm mad with you. I don't know what I'm gonna do to you. I might drown you, I might shoot you. I just don't know, because I'm mad!
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Now far ahead the road has gone. Let others follow, if they can! Let them a journey new begin. But I at last with weary feet will turn towards the lighted inn, my evening-rest and sleep to meet.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
People talk about books being an escape, but here on the tube, this one feels more like a lifeline.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Be always drunken, nothing else matters. And if sometimes, on the stairs of a palace, and the drunkenness be half or wholly slipped away from you, ask what hour it is; clock will answer you: "It is the hour to be drunken!”
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Beautiful insane in the rain.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
“Fools” said I, “you do not know, silence like a cancer grows."
Frank Hendriks Photography:
For your life to be great, your faith must be bigger than your fear.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight. Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel alone.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Purple does something strange to me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Contrary to what you think, not all preternatural beings hang out at the local Supernatural Pub looking for humans and dates.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It is always sad when someone leaves home.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Art is never finished, only abandoned.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The side streets are there. Pause in one of them for a moment. There is no more reason to return to the main street than to wander away from it. More alleys... more thoroughfares... and those odd encounters of eyes in lonely alleys.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up. I've seen it. It's fascinating.
