Category Archives: Brother One Liners

My father said writing was a nice hobby. He strongly encouraged my brother and me to become doctors.

If you like your brother and he’s prospering, you’ll be pleased for him.

I lost my brother when he was 30, and that was devastating for me. I don’t know if I will ever get over it.

My brother was a great favorite with everybody, and his death cast a gloom upon the whole neighborhood.

I’ve always had an affinity for lawyers. My dad is a lawyer. He’s retired now. My brother is a lawyer.

My brother and I laughed a lot as kids. We came up in the middle of the Depression, and neither one of us knew we were poor. We had nothing,… Read more »

I built a studio in L.A. for me and my brother to just write every single day. And it’s been great, man.

My guess is my brother would call his mom and his dad pretty regularly, a lot more than I probably did.

Just because one brother is good and one brother is bad in the same family, we cannot say that the rest of the family is bad or good.

I’m probably a bit of a cheeky grandson, like my brother as well. We both take the mickey a bit too much.

It really was my brother who got me involved in swimming. I wanted to be just like him and do everything he was doing.

I’ve made three studio albums and one live one with my brother. It’s melodic singer-songwriter acoustic-rock music.

And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.

I want to write something so simple, so short and so silly… and I want it to be for my brother.

I don’t believe in an afterlife but I still fully expect to see my brother again.

Obama is like the kid brother whose only standard for judging his own achievements is the records his big brother set.

The happiest days of my youth were when my brother and I would run through the woods and feel quite safe.