Frank Hendriks Photography:
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Purple does something strange to me.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Suicide or murder, there is no other way, and there never was.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When you're dead, they really fix you up.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acids stain you, and drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful. You might as well live.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Do not lose your heart to a faery prince. It never ends well.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Room service? Send up a larger room.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You see things; you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?'
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The best way out is always through.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There's a fine line between being brave and just not giving a shit anymore.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There is more to life than simply increasing its speed.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Those who love life do not read. Nor do they go to the theatre, actually. No matter what might be said, access to the artistic universe is more or less entirely the preserve of those who are a little fed up with the world.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Choose a life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers... Choose DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Dying is an art. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
A good friend will come and bail you out of jail, but a best friend will be sitting next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When you were gone, everything went black. And there was no more reason, for anything.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I can’t breathe. I squeeze my eyes shut.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality.
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:
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
We all flee in hope of finding some ground of security.
