Frank Hendriks Photography:
The real cycle you're working on is a cycle called yourself.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Part of me wonders if this is a suicide mission disguised as a game.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
What fun is it being cool if you can't wear a sombrero?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Just give me a comfortable couch, a dog, a good book, and a woman. Then if you can get the dog to go somewhere and read the book, I might have a little fun.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind but falling in love and not getting arrested.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Forgive me, faith, for never having any. I did not believe in God, who eluded me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I won't tell you that the world matters nothing. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Loneliness is a strange sort of thing. It creeps on you, quiet and still, sits by your side in the dark. It's a constant companion, clasping your hand only to yank you down when you're struggling to stand up.