Oral Roberts was a man of God and a great friend in ministry. I loved him as a brother.

I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.

I’ve read everything Thomas Wolfe ever wrote; my brother and I memorized whole chapters of ‘You Can’t Go Home Again’ and ‘Look Homeward, Angel.’

My parents called me their wise little baby. I was mature when I was 4 or 5. My brother and sister were older, so I was raised by four adults.

You know, I put my little brother in the movies and he’s still in the pictures. My mother makes me put him in the pictures.

For me, it’s a great joy to be together with priests: in the end, the bishop of Rome is the bishop and brother of all priests. His mandate is to… Read more »

So, my big brother was playing guitar and I figured I’d try it too.

Even crushed against his brother in the Tube the average Englishman pretends desperately that he is alone.

The African is my brother but he is my younger brother by several centuries.

There’s a lot of times that both myself and my brother wish, obviously, that we were just completely normal.

The first-born in every family is always dreaming for an imaginary older brother or sister who will look out for them.

I like actors very much, but to marry one would be like marrying your brother. You look too much alike in the mirror.

My brother and sister are both older than I am and were born before my father went off to World War I.

I don’t just wanna be James Franco’s little brother.

I have lost someone I loved as a brother, as a closest friend, and a remarkable human being. We have also lost one of the best damn actors we’ll ever… Read more »

I was the oldest of the children in my family. I had to do a lot of diaper-changing and lunch-making. I was taking my little sister to ballet, picking up… Read more »

Never make a companion equal to a brother.

And when I talk about love, I’m talking about something that’s great, though, brother. I’m talking about something that will sustain you.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

Would I lay down my life to save my brother? No, but I would to save two brothers or eight cousins.