A Quote by Mike Figgis

The world is an infinitely fascinating, tragic and humorous place. — © Mike Figgis
The world is an infinitely fascinating, tragic and humorous place.
He was wearing a look that she found odd and compelling - that amusement that didn’t seem to pass beyond the surface of his features, as he found everything in the world both infinitely funny and infinitely tragic all at the same time.
I have mixed feelings about Jerusalem. It is fascinating, it is beautiful, it is tragic, and it is extremely attractive to all kinds of fanatics or redeemers, world reformers, self-appointed prophets or messiahs. I find this fascinating, but I don't think I would like to live in the middle of this. I need my distance.
Stuffed animals are sad and scary; they have humorous and tragic qualities.
I use humour a lot. My foundation is tragic, but my appearance is humorous.
In my own works I am an obsessionist. Though I write humorous music too, much of it has been obsessed by death and the tragic.
Humorous writing is often thought of as substandard in comparison to work with a more dramatic or tragic intent. I don't know what to say to this except that I disagree wholeheartedly.
Look at Gleason in The Honeymooners. He was humorous but the way he lived wasn't really humorous. He was a bus driver. Who wants to be a bus driver? He didn't have any money and he was not famous. But despite that, the show is humorous.
The ability to play with different people is infinitely fascinating to me.
The world's a fascinating place right now.
People evolve and grow, and life is fascinating and fun and tragic.
[My brother] lived in a dry gulch where the world of socks and shoes became extremely fascinating, and he felt that everyone needs a good pair of socks, and why not limit his gift giving to something that everybody needs? He thought that there was something humorous about it. So he gives socks.
Even austere, puritanical Cambridge of the Sixties was infinitely nicer and infinitely more attractive than the world I'd known before.
It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place the world is when one is playing golf.
My objection to Christianity is that it is infinitely cruel, infinitely selfish, and, I might add, infinitely absurd.
You get to about 65 or 70 and you lose friends and the world does seem to be an endlessly difficult place and tragic place, so it's more and more difficult for me to find the bright lights.
What the brain does by itself is infinitely more fascinating and complex than any response it can make to chemical stimulation.
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