Frank Hendriks Photography:
Run mad as often as you choose, but do not faint. In a mad world, only the mad are sane.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, and all I can think is: It will kill me. And I don't care.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Pack your shit, we're goin' away. And we won't leave much of a trace.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Hey, bad girl. Can’t believe the Pope let you out of the Vatican.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Never do business with a religious son-of-a-bitch. His word ain't worth a shit - not with the Good Lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Rubbish! Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought!
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Take a nap, exercise, meditate or do whatever it takes to 'reboot' your thinking. Happiness is just a thought away!
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Life wants you to fight it. It wants you to grab a torch and burn through the metal and steel until you can reach through and grab it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
My passion was dead. For years it had rolled over and submerged me; now I felt empty. But that wasn't the worst: before me, posed with a sort of indolence, was a voluminous, insipid idea.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I like pessimists. They’re always the ones who bring life jackets for the boat.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If pain must come, may it come quickly.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Killer "skirt", deadly legs.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Just picked up a black pair of scissors thinking they were my glasses. That definitely would't have enhanced my eyesight.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It's convenient how everyone who supports waterboarding and torture, or "enhanced interrogation techniques" as they like to call it, have never experienced it themselves. Yet everyone who has, myself included, are firmly against it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Who's that? Who's there? God? Not exactly. Well, who?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Only imbeciles see things in black and white: liberal or conservative, yes or no, this or that. Those in power laugh at those people in their morally inverted shades of grey, basking in the labels they've created so the people are easier to control.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
We never get back our youth. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. Power is not a means; it is an end. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from. I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end, so you might as well go mad.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad. You must be, or you wouldn’t have come here.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
We all flee in hope of finding some ground of security.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If you can't fight and you can't flee, flow.
