Frank Hendriks Photography:
A good night sleep, or a ten minute bawl, or a pint of chocolate ice cream, or all three together, is good medicine.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me's is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Never again will wake up, never again will bear the endless - endless burden of painful waking.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I'm holding on to it now, and I'm not letting go.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Too many people miss the silver lining because they're expecting gold.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
A lone walker is both present and detached, more than an audience but less than a participant.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The only way to understand a river is to jump into it.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Nothing is quite so beautiful as the trains I’ve missed…
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
So, maybe, maybe, maybe, it's not the politicians who suck. Maybe something else sucks around here...
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Never waste an opportunity for taking a leak, grabbing chow, or taking a nap - you never know when you’ll get the chance for another one.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
My dreams are a stupid shelter, like an umbrella against lightning.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
My soul left me when I was six. It left me alone in the choking dark. It took my tongue, my heart, and my mind.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The destiny of every walking man is to immerse himself in the panorama surrounding him, to the point of becoming one with it and, ultimately, to vanish.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I am vertical, but I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil sucking up minerals and motherly love.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Aging is not just decay, you know. It's growth. It's more than the negative that you're going to die, it's the positive that you understand you're going to die.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You’re finally left with whatever you have been willing to give, which often is: nothing.