Quote by Christian Bale
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One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8, I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later. – Christian Bale

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Essentially, Im untrained, so I just go with my imagination and try to put myself as solidly as I can into the shoes of whatever person Im going to be playing. – Christian Bale

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In terms of the romantic kind of lead, I just never enjoy those movies very much. Maybe theyll come to interest me more as I get older. I doubt it, but maybe. Romantic comedies tend to be, for me, an oxymoron. – Christian Bale

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Im an actor Im not a politician. I always kick myself when I talk too much about family, or personal things. – Christian Bale

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There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to. – Michel de Montaigne

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In any great organization it is far, far safer to be wrong with the majority than to be right alone. – John Kenneth Galbraith

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Whatever my individual desires were to be free, I was not alone. There were many others who felt the same way. – Rosa Parks

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