Kate Mara Quotes

As a kid, I was called Tintin because of my hair colour and style.

The umlaut isn't on my birth certificate. I had this book as a child called Chloe and Maude, and there was an umlaut on the e, and I said, I want that! It's a little flair. Just to confuse people even more.

I have a birthmark on the inside of my left knee that resembles an upside-down sea horse.

I've got a hat face. My mother always said I've got a hat face.

My father-in-law has ear hair like a wolverine. It fans out from the auricles, wafting from the ridge lines like cilia, like gray feathered plumage.

I'm very peculiar looking.

My distinguishing feature is the gap between my teeth. I had to wear a brace because my teeth used to stick out like guns from a fortress.

Red hair stigmatizes you.

I've stated that it's possible the only reason I'm in show business is that I have such a strange, particular head of hair. That, and I can grow a red beard.

Karl Pilkington has the roundest head, I think, in the world. It's not technically a deformity, but I've never seen anything quite that spherical.

I really am not that hairy on my body. It's weird.

My whole career, I was pretty much bald. So, people just got to know me as being a bald guy.

Deep in my soul, I'm secretly a redhead.

I had very big lips growing up, so my brother started to call me Scooter Fish because he decided a scooter fish has big lips.

I had long, blond, wavy hair.

One thing everyone kind of found out about me was that my nostrils are heart-shaped. I'm not kidding you, they're heart-shaped.

I am a very ginger-coloured person, but I don't have orange hair.

Red hair is great. It's rare, and therefore superior.

I have always been absurdly, ridiculously tall. To give you an idea- when we went on school trips to Interesting and Improving Places, the form-master wouldn't say "Meet under the clock tower," or "Meet under the War Memorial," but "Meet under Adams.

If you're betwixt and between, trust the one with red hair.

The proprietor had hair so red that pigmentation had flowed out into every visible inch of his skin and even into the pinks of his eyes, as the colour of flowering cherry trees stains their leaves.

I'm ginger, so it's hard to rate me

I wanted to be in the FBI. I also wanted to be a pie salesman. It was so intense that the studio got the prop department to make a little pie wagon and they filled it with tarts. I wheeled it around the set and sold them to the crew. I was about eight years old. I always sold out and I didn't have to pay for them. It was a great deal.

There was a willow hanging over the mill-pool and I learned to climb it. It belonged to a butcher on the Stratford Road, I think. One day they cut it down. They didn't do anything with it: the log just lay there. I never forgot that.

I don't think I remember my first memory.