Frank Hendriks Photography:
At every stage of life, and in every circumstance, we search for someone who understands what we are going through.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
All art is quite useless.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I began to think vodka was my drink at last. It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down into my stomach like a sword swallowers’ sword and made me feel powerful and godlike.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Depression - the assassin inside me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
This is my long-run forecast in brief.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I’ve seen most of what there is to be afraid of in this world, and to tell you the truth, the worst of them are the ones that make you afraid in the light.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
People Die... Beauty Fades... Love Changes... And You Will Always Be Alone.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Einstein was once asked how many feet are in a mile. His reply was: 'I don't know, why should I fill my brain with facts I can find in two minutes in any standard reference book?'
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be a work of art.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
My claustrophobia itched to the point where clawing at my own skin seemed to be my only method of relief.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If you ain’t scared… you ain’t human.
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:
Death must be so beautiful.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
It's not worth going to see a squirrel grab a nut, or fish swimming around in a big tank if I must put up with the ugly contemporary human pollution that accompanies each excursion.
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:
Silence is so freaking loud.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You think, as you walk away into the creeping night, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I don’t want to fade away, I want to flame away - I want my death to be an attraction, a spectacle, a mystery. A work of art.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
