Oh, brothers! I don’t care for brothers. My elder brother won’t die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.
We came into the world like brother and brother; And now let’s go hand in hand, not one before another.
There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother… Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.
I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.
The happiest days of my youth were when my brother and I would run through the woods and feel quite safe.
She had always wanted a brother. And she had one now. Sebastian. It was like always wanting a puppy and being a hellhound instead.
The highlight of my childhood was making my brother laugh so hard that food came out his nose.
A brother is someone who knows there’s something wrong even when you have the biggest smile on your face.
He is my most beloved friend and my bitterest rival, my confidant and my betrayer, my sustainer and my dependent, and scariest of all, my equal.
Being his real brother I could feel I live in his shadows, but I never have and I do not now. I live in his glow.