“There were times I'd see [my brother] looking at me and I would leave the room crying. I knew that I'd never… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
My first memory is of the eyes of my brother; he was looking at me all the time. — Pedro Almodovar Copy Share Image
Every since it started snowing, my little brother has been looking through the window, guess it's high time I let him inside — Avalon Copy Share Image