Be my brother or I will kill you.
Well, my brother started acting before I did.
My brother, who was older, was the gifted one, much more talented than I.
[Drawing] and making things was all we ever did. My brother and I built the entire New York World's Fair of 1939 in miniature out of wax. The floor of our room was covered with little waxen buildings. Nobody else could come in.
That old berk," muttered Aberforth, taking another swig of mead. "Thought the sun shone out of my brother's every orifice, he did.
I was very troubled, yes. Me and my brother both - we were troubled and troublemakers.
At first it was my brother's songwriting and I was just doing what everyone told me.
Hail and Farewell, my brother.
Of private differences personal to himself, my brother had none.
My brother is really, really slow.