Frank Hendriks Photography:
You cling to the happiest accidents - the rest you let float by.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Damn, there's nothing like that, is there?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
There's something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. It's glorious at night. Just glorious.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Down here and up there are all the same to me. Whether I lie here in the gutter and stow away the rain water or drink champagne up there with the same lips makes no difference to me, not even in the taste.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?
Frank Hendriks Photography:
A sip of wine, a cigarette, and then it’s time to go.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The sidewalks swarming with maggots, the lepers, the thugs, and above all, the ennui, the monotony of faces, streets, legs, houses, skyscrapers, meals, jobs, crimes, loves. A whole city erected over a hollow pit of nothingness. Absolute meaningless.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one. The happiness of credulity is a cheap and dangerous quality of happiness, and by no means a necessity of life.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty.
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:
It's crazy. But when it's over, and it does come back, that's the best, because it's all you want, everything narrows to just that.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Raging furies and shrieking sounds of dystopian surroundings are acquainting us with the gentle, cosmic rhythms of an extraneous world. They are a soothing relief and let us listen to the voices of our inner world.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Make your mistakes, take your chances, look silly, but keep on going. Don’t freeze up.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze and listen to the murmur of the trees. Send me off forever but I ask you, please don't fence me in. Just turn me loose.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.
Frank Hendriks Photography:
You can never get away from where you've been.