My parents homeschooled my sister and me for many years. Why? Because the local school insisted that I, being three, should go to preschool, and my sister, being five, should go to kindergarten. The problem? You learn your alphabet in preschool, and I was already reading chapter books.
My mother’s sister was killed in a trolley car accident, so I was raised as one of eight with my sister and six male cousins.
I used to be so intimidated by spin classes. I’d always go by and see people on their bikes looking so intense. But one day my sister and I worked up the courage to go in, and now we’re hooked!
I don’t know how I didn’t kill any one of my sisters. For this one horror film we were making, I made my own harness for my sister. I wrapped her in all these ropes, but then also put a noose around her neck and hung her from a tree. Now I think, ‘What if my harness didn’t work?’ I’m so lucky that nothing ever happened.
Boundaries move with time. It’s like being the oldest child. Your parents don’t know what to expect, but by the time the little sister comes along, it’s like, ‘Oh, staying out late with a boy – no big deal.’
I decided to see how my voice sounds on different type of records. So I did Eminem and the Biggie, Florence and the Machine, and Muse covers. A couple of them just came from some jam sessions between me and my sister in her bedroom at my father’s house in San Diego.
My sister and I – she’s a musician – we jam all the time. We always play around for giggles with stuff that seem unconventional or stuff that seems funny. A lot of the stuff sometimes is just a response from jam sessions in her room, so she’ll be on the guitar or the keyboard, and we’ll just start singing and doing stuff.
The happiest moments of my childhood were spent on my grandmother’s front porch in Durham, N.C., or at her sister’s farmhouse in Orange County, where chickens paraded outside the kitchen’s screen door and hams were cured in the smokehouse.
I have so many strong opinions on the entertainment industry, but if I’m in a deli somewhere, and someone says they love that Adam Sandler movie where he dresses up as his twin sister – well, I don’t want to make people feel bad for how they feel about things. I’m always courteous, not mean.
I stayed in Baghdad every summer until I was 14. My dad’s sister is still there, but many of my relatives have managed to get out. People forget that there are still people there who are not radicalized in any particular direction, trying to live normal lives in a very difficult situation.
My sister and I fought a lot when we were kids. I was the little bratty sister, and she would kind of walk away, not wanting to be associated with me.
I was born in New York City, along with a twin sister. I am five minutes older than Emily. It was Emily, for reasons no one knows – she certainly doesn’t – who called me Avi. It stuck. It’s the only name I use now.
Everybody has ideas. The vital question is, what do you do with them? My rock musician sons shape their ideas into music. My sister takes her ideas and fashions them into poems. My brother uses his ideas to help him understand science. I take my ideas and turn them into stories.
I sang a song at my sister’s wedding. My mother forced me into that, too. But that one felt all right.
My sister does all this community-service type stuff in Portland that makes the world a much better place. And I make as much in a two-day commercial shoot as she does in five years, which is ridiculous.
I have three younger siblings, so the four of us were outside all the time after school playing games, making up games. My sister made up a game called ‘roof ball.’ We’d play that constantly. She always beat me in it, and it made me very mad. But we were outside all the time.
My sister learned she was a carrier for a recessive disease, Bloom syndrome, late in one of her pregnancies. I remember the panicked call and the weeks of worry as she and her husband awaited his test results if he was also a carrier, this meant their daughter had a one in four chance of being born with the disorder.
I first heard about ‘genes’ when I was six years old. At dinner one night, I heard my mom tell my sister, ‘It’s in your genes.’
Sam Cooke had a huge influence on me. He left the gospel field at one point and went into the secular, and he had this huge hit, ‘You Send Me.’ Irma, my older sister, and I heard ‘You Send Me’ on the radio while we were driving through the South one night. We had to stop the car. We got out and danced around the car out on the highway.
I’d say we do reach somewhat of a younger audience, but I think for the most part that younger audience is picking our music up from a brother or sister or even parent, who is turning them onto the band.
When I was a kid, I was roaming through Glastonbury Festival at eight years old, on my own. I say ‘on my own’, but I was probably with my oldest sister Sarah, and she would have been 13 or 14 at the time, so she’d have been walking us around. But I got to go places and meet people, and was trusted a lot, without a doubt.
The original fairy tale was about the youngest sister going into a room in the castle and finding all the bodies of the wives that came before her – she is confronted with truth, thinking about how often we think we know people and we really don’t.
My father certainly believed that one could make a living outside of an office, as he did. And that if I didn’t want to work for other people, there wasn’t any reason why I had to. He conveyed that very strongly to my sister and I – that smart people can make their own livings.
I do have a sister. I have never written much about sisters before. I am very close to my sister, but, maybe, because we are very close, it never occurred to me to write about her.
My sister and I used to act as maids and waitresses at my great aunt and uncle’s cocktail parties, which were very much sort of retired, minor stars of the Yiddish theater and the Yiddish opera.
My mom was a diabetic. Her sister was a diabetic, so I was already a candidate.
When I first moved to L.A., I didn’t have a lot of money to join a gym or take classes, so I improvised. My sister and I went to the library and looked over their DVD collection and discovered Neena and Veena, these Egyptian twins who have a whole series of belly dancing routines. We did them all.
I used to get off the bus, and there’d be a crowd around, you know, and I was thinking, ‘God, I hope this is not for me.’ And it normally was, and it was because someone said something to my sister, and the first she says is, ‘Well, I’ll get my brother.’
I started walking at night with my sister in law which has been amazing. It really does something for you. It just kind of clears the mind, it just makes you feel better, things start to tighten a little bit.
I went to the opening of ‘Sister Act,’ and I had such a great time. I had no idea what it was about, and I had never seen the movies. But I heard the show went through some major last-minute craziness in previews, and man, opening night was really fun and really entertaining.
I see my sister, and she’s on her second baby, and I’m like, ‘That’s success.’ Having a family – I can’t wait for that.
My mum used to always dress me and my sister in matching Laura Ashley dresses. And I’d be like, ‘Mum, I just wanna wear my Doc Martens!’
We opened Panda Inn on June 8, 1973. The whole family – my parents, a brother and sister – all worked at the restaurant for free. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment in San Gabriel and didn’t have any money.
If watching your child die is a parent’s worst nightmare, imagine having to tell your other child that his sister is dead… Although I am certain that he cried, that we all cried, what I remember more is how we collapsed into each other, as if the weight of our loss literally crushed us.
You look at a surgeon as you would a secular priest, almost, if it’s your child, if it’s your sister on the operating table. That was an idea that very much has interested me and I’ve wanted to explore for some time.
I went out for a film where they wanted seven brothers and one sister, so I was there for half a day while they were waiting for ‘Archie’ to read for a boy… I’ve had drivers come to pick me up in England looking for a blond, blue-eyed Scottish boy.
My first celeb crush was Hanson. I loved all three of them. My sister and I would always fight, and whenever they would come on the TV, we would always give them a kiss on the TV. And I also had a crush on Jonathan Taylor Thomas. Every time he would come on the screen, he was like my boyfriend. I was such a nerd like that.
I was a math whiz who stunk at English, so of course I wanted to be a writer more than anything in the world. I performed impromptu plays for my grandmother’s sewing circle but forced my little sister to ask for ketchup at McDonald’s.
My sister is older than me and would often go off, so I grew up alone in a sense. I had to amuse myself and developed a wonderful fantasy world and quite happily lived in it. I think, in adulthood, that helped me. I love pottering on my own.
I have always been a huge fan of reggae music. I remember going to see Bob Marley And The Wailers at the Hammersmith Odeon when I was 13. I went with my big sister, Cordelia, and it remains the most wonderful concert I’ve ever been to.
I, personally, have had to rise above my feelings of inferiority to my sister Anjelica, not to mention feeling sorry for myself because I lost my mother so young.
When I moved to London at age 16, tired of the shuffle around other people’s houses and ready to live on my own, I met my English brother and sister, who instantly claimed me as family.
When I was a kid, I used to pretend to be Bond I used to make up scenarios and irritate my sister and annoy my mother and father pretending to be someone else, so I kind of was already acting when I was a child. I just didn’t really know it.
My father was a classical singer of baroque music, and my older sister was in musical theatre, and I thought about doing the same thing but then realised straight acting was for me.
I have three brothers and one sister, and I’m the third child. Sometimes people say, ‘It’s only natural you would become a writer – your parents were English professors.’ But my four siblings were brought up in the exact same household, and no one else became a writer or an English professor.
I’m the daughter of two Indian immigrant doctors, and I have an older sister and younger brother, and none of us have pursued medicine as a career. We’re all over the artistic side of things.
I’m not a stand up at all, it’s such a fear of mine. My sister does it, and she’s really great at it.
I just always really wanted to swim. It was always a family thing: dad obviously swam, and my sister did, too. And mum used to come along to meets. They had to drag me out of the pool – so there was never any pressure on me to swim. It was just something I loved doing.
My mother enjoyed acting as well with my father, who used to direct her in plays at his regiment. My sister is an excellent singer. However, it was only me who decided to pursue acting as a career.
My mother wanted to name me Jackie or Jacqueline but she got to name my sister and my brother, so my dad and my brother insisted on naming me. And they were big fans of ‘The Little Mermaid.’
When my sister and I came along, my father’s political life was completely over. He ran for president the year I was born. So that was the end of it. He had been congressman first, then governor, before all that. So when we came along, he was running the Dayton newspaper.
My father never liked me or my sister, and he never liked our mother either, after an initial infatuation, and in fact, he never liked anyone at all after an hour or two, no, no one except a stooge.
I basically don’t do that well with children, although my sister says I’m a great aunt.
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.
The first time I ever acted was in ‘The Glass Menagerie’ in high school, and my first line was, ‘I didn’t know Shakespeare had a sister.’
I was born Gaynor Hopkins, one of seven children. My mum, Elsie, and dad, Glyndwr, always said they had seven children, although my sister Paulene was stillborn.
I have a sister and her name is Mimsy, like from ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ so we’ve got some strange names in our family.
We had very few things. I had a couple pairs of jeans, a couple shirts. And same with my mom and sister. I think my sister had, like, two toys. We were living off of instant noodles.
You know, my sister sings, my brother plays drums in my band. My whole family is a bunch of musicians.
Ah, bless you, Sister, may all your sons be bishops.
She encouraged any artistic impulse I had, and my father discouraged any artistic impulse I had. They took out their problems with each other on me and my sister.
I heard we’ll get you a pass because we know you’re married to a black woman. You’re married to a sister so we’ll give you that pass but also, those who know me but also if they look at the body of work, it is the bigger picture.
My sister can walk down the street and just know what’s going on with people. She’ll say, ‘Oh, they’re going through a divorce’ or, ‘Their kid just went off to college’ or, ‘He just got a great job.’
In kindergarten, we had this Irish Catholic headmistress called Sister Leonie, and I remember she would tell us, say, to put the crayons in the box. I remember thinking, ‘Why is everyone finding this so easy? Why should the crayons be in the box?’
I honestly don’t even know how I got into acting. It happened so quickly because my mom and sister used to do commercials, and apparently when I was little I would unbuckle myself from the stroller and crash their auditions.
My sister is an opera singer. I grew up going to her recitals. This whole time, I’m like, ‘She’s the singer. I’m just strumming along and yelling.’
I did a series in Britain years ago called ‘Skins,’ and I remember my little sister telling me that I had a Wikipedia page that was talking about me. But then it got deleted because on Wikipedia anyone can write stuff, right? So I think that it got sabotaged. But this is years ago, so it got taken down. I don’t think it exists anymore.
I had a sister who was killed in a motorcycle wreck when I was around 4 years old. My parents adopted her son, and so my nephew became my brother. He was three years older than me, so through him, I was exposed to hip-hop.
If you age with somebody, you go through so many roles – you’re lovers, friends, enemies, colleagues, strangers you’re brother and sister. That’s what intimacy is, if you’re with your soulmate.
It’s a pleasure to play my sister because everything I’ve accused her of my whole life, I can now re-enact before her eyes.
I was the youngest of six kids, and my brothers and sisters were kind of a lot older than me. And the one sister that was, like, in a close age range – she was five years older than me. She was my closest sister in age, and she was a loser.
I remember having a conversation with my sister, saying, ‘What if I don’t make it? What if I’m still waiting tables when I’m 35?’ I was just at the end of my rope. But I’ve been at the end of that rope several times.
Can you imagine peaking as a teen? I think if you peak in high school, there’s a problem. That’s what my sister always said: ‘Don’t worry, you’ll peak later.’
I have my father’s lopsided mouth. When I smile, my lips slope to one side. My doctor sister calls it my cerebral palsy mouth. I am very much a daddy’s girl, and even though I would rather my smile wasn’t crooked, there is something moving for me about having a mouth exactly like my father’s.
My nana was an actress, my mom was an actress, and my sister, too. So because I was surrounded by it, it really came naturally.
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
I was born in 1968, just eighteen months after my sister Chrisse and just one year after Dad passed the bar exam.
My younger brother runs a guesthouse, and my sister is a janitor. I have not given them money because they earn their own money. I pay for their children’s school fees.
When I was eight years old, I was always starving. My brother and sister died from starvation.
I come from a strong matriarchal line. I was raised by Gypsy, her sister, Mary, and my maternal grandmother. The result of not having my father live with us meant that, when it came to understanding the opposite sex, it was like working without a map.
My mother, grandmother and older sister all cooked, so it was hard to get into the kitchen. So I have no talent for cooking. I was always out in the garage with my dad. I have a tool belt. I’m a repair chick.
My sister is a good story of resiliency. She had a full ride at UC Davis, but she left school to go to the Philippines – and then she decided to go back to school in her 40s, which surprised me. She went to UC Berkeley, and I think she was one of two African Americans in her class at Haas. She’s really impressive.
My sister and I shared a bedroom our entire lives and I believe she discovered the Beatles when she was about 11 and I’m four years younger. So from the age of 7 until 17 we had nothing but Beatles paraphernalia in our room, even those little stuffed Beatles that went on stands that are dressed as the Sgt. Pepper band.
For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.
I always sang. I wanted to be in a band with my sister, and I was, at 11. At 12, I started writing seriously, and that was my pacifier all through high school – that and painting.
I never had a rivalry with Madonna. You don’t knock another sister, ever. There’s room for everybody on this planet you don’t have to be like anyone else.
Acting is our job, not talking about it. In France, they know me like I belong to their family. I go somewhere and I feel like I’m sometimes the aunt, the grandmother, the mother, the sister. They all know me. But it’s not supposed to be that way.
I have my three brothers, and then I have my adopted sister from El Salvador, who is actually the oldest. My brother and I were already born, and then my parents adopted my sister from El Salvador during the war and had two more kids.
I read a statistic that in horse racing, the favourite only wins 12 per cent of their races. I’m not comparing myself to a horse or saying I’m the favourite – although my sister would say I can nag an awful lot – but nothing is guaranteed in sport. Anyone can step up and take what you perceive to be your place in the final.
We arrived the way most emigrant families did. My father came first, and the rest of us – my mother, my sister and me – followed a year later.
Well, I used to have a sister, but I never got to meet her because she died after two days, I think. So if I got a tattoo, it would probably have to be something to do with my sister. I actually want to get a tattoo when I’m older of something about her.
If you look at ‘The X-Files’ generally, we did 202 episodes. About 80% of them are not ‘mythology’ episodes, which tend to be the epic episodes. They deal with the big conspiracies, the search for Mulder’s sister. They deal with what I would call the ‘saga’ of ‘The X-Files.’
My brothers and sister and me grew up making fun of each other, the way we’d speak or move. When we get together, everyone’s funny, quick, loud, and speaks on top of each other. It was like a great comedy school nothing is precious.
One of my early childhood memories was my grandmother always having a bowl of Nestle chocolate bars at her house. My sister and I would argue over who could eat the chocolate bars. Looking back, I don’t know why we just didn’t share. We could have split them.
Two brothers and a sister, my niece, my nephew… we’re a very small group. We’re very close, very tight-knit. We spend every holiday weekend together.
I’ve always been interested in singing. My sister’s a fantastic singer, and it’s just something that’s always been around. I play saxophone and guitar. I’d definitely like to pursue it, and it’s something I’d like to keep going, if not as a career, then as a hobby.
All my siblings became artists. One’s a novelist, my brother is a painter, my sister was a costume designer.
I kinda like to scare my sister, and usually she gets really mad at me for doing that.
I have three brothers and a sister. One older and three younger. My oldest brother Danny plays Hyde on ‘That ’70s Show,’ and my younger brother Jordan and my sister Allanah act as well, so we’re a bit of an acting family.
When I was three and a half years old, I heard my big sister tell my mum that at school that day all the kids sat on the floor and watched ‘The Neverending Story.’ Having never heard of the movie, I concluded that this was what school must be: sitting cross legged on the floor listening to a never-ending story. Page after page.
I was one of those weirdos who, at six years old, was telling everybody that I wanted to be an actor. I saw my sister in a play and realized that I wanted to play make believe in front of people I was always goofing around and putting on shows for my family.
My twin sister, my cousin, and I used to write and perform plays for my family. We raided the closets for costumes and fought over parts. I’m sure I was the bossiest one.
My sister really drooled a lot when she was younger. For her wedding, I was going to get her one of those lace drool cups that go around the ears.
My sister could fall asleep at the drop of a hat. She would fall asleep on the train. Me, I never slept. Still. I have a hard time sleeping. But I used to admire her ability to wake up late.
I’m used to being around kids. Even when I was growing up in London, I had an older sister, I had a younger sister that I used to look after from time to time.
I think the real heroic teachers are the ones who work with kids, like my mom and my sister do.
When I was a child I thought I saw an angel. It had wings and kinda looked like my sister. I opened the door so some light could come into the room, and it sort of faded away. My mother said it was probably my Guardian Angel.
The word ‘sister’ evokes an ideal of connection and support, like the friendships that made Rebecca Wells’s ‘Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood’ and Ann Brashares’s ‘The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants’ into best-selling novels and successful films.
When women told me they’d always wished they had a sister, they were thinking of this ideal of mutual encouragement and support. Many of those who have sisters also yearn for this ideal because their relationships with their sisters don’t always live up to it.
A sister is like yourself in a different movie, a movie that stars you in a different life.
My sister listened to reggae, and my homies listened to trap music.
My sister Tiffany told me years ago, ‘You can never write about me.’ Then she called six months ago and said she wanted to be in a story. She was worried people thought I didn’t like her.
I used to have a silk dressing gown an uncle bought in Japan and when I came downstairs in it, my dad used to call me Davinia. There was never embarrassment about that kind of thing. My sister used to dress me up a lot. She thought I was a little doll.
I’ve never had a divorce, but I’ve seen so many of my friends, my sister, my family go through that stuff, so I try to write for the people that can’t write about it. I take on their sorrow, so I’m able to kind of express it, or their joy.
My family had a membership to the Riverside Yacht Club where my brother, Sandy, learned to sail, and I competed in local swim races. My sister, Marcia, became a competitive springboard diver, and my brother excelled in water polo.
I was a bratty little sister. I was the youngest of three, and I often felt as though I didn’t fit in.
My sister Kathleen – one year older – was the school’s acting legend. Her thing was getting all the parts, even Tiresias. And I wasn’t going to mess with that.
I’ve always wanted to be an actress, ever since I was a little girl. I’ve always played the mom and I play my sister as the daughter. I wanted to be an actress on television and movies instead of just around the house.
I like everything perfect. Everything has to be neat. My sister is 5, and she’s more messy than I am. I make my bed every morning, everything’s perfect. My shoes are all arranged. It’s sad. I’m a little like Ray, a little bit.
I played the guitar in ninth grade. My sister’s friend went on a semester abroad, and she left the guitar at our house for nine months.
It’s Frederick Dierks Bentley, but my whole family goes by their middle name – my sister, my brother. So from day one, I’ve always been called Dierks.
When I was growing up, I always read horror books, while my sister read romance novels.
When I was growing up, I always read horror books, while my sister read romance novels. My sister became unmarried and pregnant during high school, and she kept saying, ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen! Why is this happening to me?’ Someone should have given her another book to read.
And now, dear sister, I must leave this house or the retreating army will make me a prisoner in it by filling up the road I am directed to take.
While I’ve lived in L.A. since 1985, I’ll always consider Chicago my home town and have much affection for it. My parents and sister still live there so I try to visit as often as I’m able.
I don’t have any tattoos – I live vicariously through my sister, Langley, who has many. If I can’t stick to one ensemble, I don’t think I could stick to one tattoo.
When we lived in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia, my sister and I did a local play. My whole family got involved. My mom did the makeup. My sister and I were being homeschooled, and my parents wanted us to be socialized. We had a lot of fun with the other kids hanging out backstage.
I have a really hard time watching my sister act in anything, but especially anything where it’s a strong emotion.
I grew up on the south side of Chicago, most of that time on welfare. My mother and sister and I used to live with my grandparents and various cousins. We shared a two-bedroom tenement, and the three of us slept in one of those bedrooms and had a set of bunk beds.
I’m one of 3 I have a 16-year-old sister and an 11-year-old brother. We’re all very close. We’re an interesting family, and we moved a lot when I was younger. I feel like we are very tight knit because we had to sort of jump and leave places and start over again and again.
I had this sister that was born who was given up for adoption, and I never knew it.
Twisted Sister plays 20, 25 shows a year. But if the band had their druthers, they’d be out playing all the time.
There is a page in ‘Diary of a Worm’ in which the worm tells his sister that no matter how much time she spends looking in the mirror, her face will always look just like her rear end. Any girl that grew up with brothers can relate to the merciless teasing.
Loomis has always felt himself responsible for the fact that he did not stop Michael when he first murdered his sister, and so he’s got that guilt to live with.
My older sister Nikki went to Hampton music school in Virginia, then to another school later in New York.
Mom and sister played piano growing up my grandma still plays piano in church. They always beat me over the head trying to get me to play piano, but I was more interested in riding dirt bikes and playing in the mud.
Besides, I have a sister who’s straight. And I want her to know that I love her and support her.
Turning the heat up on the red carpet while still looking like a lady isn’t as easy as it sounds. Too much va-va-voom, and a girl can look like she just stepped out of ‘Jersey Shore.’ Too little, and she’ll look like a sister wife.
You know, me winning two gold medals, going for a third one, that’s nice. But being there with Mark and my sister, and my brother being the coach, it’s a dream come true. It’s going to be awesome.
My older sister has all her degrees in theater, and I couldn’t stand the theater geeks!
Obviously, in marketing, the best tool is to show the autobiography in fiction. It’s inevitable how that happens, but it’s generic. Say I’ve written a story where my sister dies. ‘Well, did your sister die?’ No, she did not. But people use those straws to grasp at the difference between reality and fiction.
We have two dogs, Mabel and Wolf, and three cats at home, Charlie, George and Chairman. We have two cats on our farm, Tom and Little Sister, two horses, and two mini horses, Hannah and Tricky. We also have two cows, Holy and Madonna. And those are only the animals we let sleep in our bed.
I couldn’t really relate much to my younger sister, because she was born in 1992, and I was born in 1986. And then my older sister, we just didn’t get on that much. Although we bonded over hating our stepdad.
I have a brother and sister my mother does not care for thought, and father, too busy with his briefs to notice what we do. He buys me many books, but begs me not to read them, because he fears they joggle the mind.
My parents, especially my father, discussed the question of my brothers’ education as a matter of real importance. My education and that of my sister were scarcely discussed at all.
My mother was like a sister to me, only we didn’t have sex quite so often.
I’m not like other writers. I’m not hung up on using my own songs. In fact, my sister Bunny always tells me I sing other people’s songs better than my own. She says I loosen up and give the songs a different feel.
I love kids. My sister has four boys, and I’m obsessed with them.
After ‘Somewhere’ came out, people started to recognize me more. Whenever I was walking down the street, they’d be like, ‘Oh, wow – are you Elle Fanning?’ Before ‘Somewhere,’ they asked me if I was Dakota Fanning, because we looked alike, and I’d say, ‘No, I’m her younger sister.’
Inevitably I draw on my own relationships when I write, so if I’m writing about a fight between a husband and his wife, of course I’m going to think about a recent fight with my husband. Or if I’m writing about sisters, of course I’m going to think about my sister.
I’ve enjoyed many camping holidays with my sister and her children, but we’re pretty posh campers.
It was natural to see the struggle for dignity for black people in America as a sister struggle of the Jewish struggle. So growing up, it was always a part of my breakfast cereal to think of myself as someone who was part of a larger struggle.
I don’t like to design single objects. I like my pieces to have a relationship to each other. They can be mother and child, like the Schmoo salt and pepper shakers, or brother and sister like the Birdie salt and peppers, or cousins, like most of my dinnerware sets.
I did not have a normal life. I’d be training when my sister would be at birthday parties and sleepovers. I finished high school by correspondence, basically working two full-time jobs. The last years were very, very tough. But I was willing to do that. It’s all about sacrifice.
In the summer of 1964, my sister and I went to South Ballston, Virginia, to stay with my aunt and her kids. They passed the civil rights bill that summer my cousins were so happy because now they could swim in the pool.
Every time I was playing basketball, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t realize that feeling was having to leave my family – having to leave my sister, who can’t even communicate with me when I’m gone.
My sister Mathilde is an actress, but more like a French Jennifer Aniston. She’s famous just in France. She’s very commercial and does big comedies. So, acting was part of my family, and that’s how I was raised.
Just before my final year of high school, my brother, sister and I moved with my mother to San Francisco.
I was a hostess in a restaurant in New York when I was 21, and I was too good of an employee. I was putting most of my energy into that instead of acting. But my father told my sister and me to look at whatever needed to be done and do that job well, no matter what it was.
Everything I know about makeup, I’ve learned from my sister.
I haven’t had a stationary home since going with the circus, but since my parents lived in Lafayette about 25 years ago and my sister lives here now, I always claim it as home.
I was quietly rebellious. My parents thought I was very good but secretly I did things like saying I was staying in one place and going somewhere else instead. My older sister was openly rebellious and would tell my parents where to go, but I never did that.
Well, my sister played trumpet. Can you imagine having a sister blowing the trumpet around the house, Fred? And my brother, he played piano. Everybody was playing some kind of music, so it was natural for me to get into it.
I’ve got a pretty close bond with everyone in my family. I’ve got a brother and a sister whom I’m very close to, and my parents have always been the world’s best parents.
My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives.
Our home had many books due principally to the educational interests of my sister and two brothers, all of whom where serious students engaged in professional studies my sister became a doctor of medicine and my brothers became lawyers.
When I was in Beck’s world, I felt like the little sister. I’m in the big brother’s room with all his friends. You just hang out and keep your mouth shut so they don’t realize you’re there and kick you out. I like being in situations where I can be an underdog, where I can be in the corner and observe and soak it in.
My sister has kids, including two in baby seats, and she drives a minivan. I had to climb over the car seats to get into the back seat, and it seemed ridiculous to have to do gymnastics to get in and out of the car.
I didn’t want to be a writer. First I wanted to act, and then I wanted to be a painter like my big sister.
We’d just go to church and sing. My dad would get me and my sister Doris, and we would sing together. I sung the harmony, and my sister Doris took the lead.
I want to do just like my sister, if not even better.
I’m like a middle-aged person when my friends go on about modern bands, I don’t know what they are talking about. I’m into rock n’ roll, like Jimi Hendrix. Not so much because of my parents, who used to play a lot of Nina Simone and older blues, but my brother and sister.
If a tie is like kissing your sister, losing is like kissing you grandmother with her teeth out.
It was one of the great pleasures of my life to donate the entire sum of the Nobel Prize, in memory of my sister Ruth Blobel, to the restoration of Dresden.
You have to remember that in the microcosm of Cincinnati, Ohio, through northern Kentucky, my father was a big star, still is. So that made my sister and me really visible. Everybody knew us, talked about us.
What a different world it was when I first sailed for Europe in 1930, with my mother, sister, and brother to spend six months abroad.
For 20 years, my mother, my sister and I had seldom spoken of my father. If he happened to come up in conversation, pain and embarrassment entered the room and stayed until he disappeared back into the silence with which we all felt more at ease.
So many writers grew up in tortured isolation, in revolt against their families. I and my sister were in a house where writing was considered the worthiest thing you could try to do.
My sister is my little star, and I’m excited for her and proud of her. With her, I’m protective, but also I don’t want to be that sister who’s really pushy and thinks they know everything and making her feel like she doesn’t know what she’s doing. I’m trying to be that cool older sister and not the mom, but it’s hard.
If I honour my needs first, I will be the best wife, the best mum, the best sister, the best friend. I have to come first, because then everyone benefits.
Me and my brother just used to fight all the time then my sister came along, and it was all about the little girl in the house. We’d always eat dinner together as a family.
My sister and I did not have our own rooms, or even a place to ourselves. In the living room, beyond the two windows, was a little corner where my books were kept, and other thing – my watercolors and so on. Often I had to imagine the things I needed. I learned very early to read amidst noise.
I remember when I was writing ‘The Tin Drum,’ I had the totally misguided idea of giving Oskar Matzerath a sister, and he just wouldn’t have it. There was no space for a sister, yet I had the character of the sister in my head. In fact I used her in later novels, in ‘Cat and Mouse’ and ‘Dog Years,’ Tulla Pokriski.
My parents were all into macrobiotic cooking and natural cooking, and my sister was a vegetarian. I wasn’t down with that.
Losing my sister to cancer was… That was the worst thing in the world, man.
My sister and I cooked a lot together my sister was a very healthy vegetarian. She was always a real good teacher for me about organics, recycling, composting -whenever you hear me talk about it, it’s usually because of my sister’s influence.
My brother, whom I adored, typed out a children’s book illustrated by himself… at the age of 14. My sister, with whom I always shared a double bed, had that effortless superiority of someone six years older and anxious to show it. But we were each as shy as voles. It seemed safer to keep to each other’s company.
Although we didn’t have much when I was growing up in Split, Croatia, my parents always tried to ensure that my sister and I had the things we needed, and it was enough for us.
I imagine ‘Daily Grace’ as, like, your awkward older sister who tries to give you advice.
I think if you ask people why they watch me, there would be some common thread among all of them that I’m somewhat of an awkward older sister. I have a teen, mostly female demographic. How that happened, I don’t know. But I think they see me as some sort of bizarre role model, and I’ll keep trying to do that for them.
Ladies and gentlemen, my mother thanks you, my father thanks you, my sister thanks you, and I thank you!
I was a very imaginative child, and my parents were very encouraging of that. My sister and I would put on plays I would write my own stories.
I did not move to New York with a plan. The first time I moved to New York, I just popped up. My sister was living here in New York. I just popped up. She had her baby and a husband, and I just popped up. ‘Hey, what’s up? I got $200 and dreams. Let’s do this.’
I grew up with just my mum and sister, so I respect women a lot.
I have an older sister named Haley and she wanted to be an actress. So I wanted to be an actress. It’s really funny the way that some people don’t give kids enough credit for like really being driven, and really wanting to do things so badly.
I’m one of these children who grew up at the knee of my grandmother and her elder sister, listening to very old people talk about their memories.
Dr. King said, ‘We are all tied together in a garment of mutual destiny.’ Which says to me no matter how well I may be doing in Hollywood, if a young brother or sister in Louisiana, the South Bronx, the South Side of Chicago, South Central Los Angeles – is not doing well, then I’m not doing very well.
My first two books, ‘Letters to a Young Brother’ and ‘Letters to a Young Sister,’ were… distributed pretty widely. Judges in juvenile justice facilities started citing the book as required reading.
My mother is the sort of woman who not only can raise a chicken and roast it to moist perfection but, as she proved to my openmouthed sister and me on a family holiday to Morocco when we were very young, can barter for one in a market, kill it, pluck it, and then cook it to perfection.
My sister’s a singer, and she’s on Twitter, and she has millions of followers. I wonder how that helps her. I think it does to an extent. I think she gets free things.
My sister, singer Jessie Ware, and I are always exchanging music. We brainstormed her wedding playlist for months.
It bothers me that I won’t live to see the end of the century, because, when I was young, in St. Louis, I remember saying to Marilyn, my sister by adoption, that that was how long I wanted to live: seventy years.
You can blame my mom for some of my worst fashion moments. She used to dress me and my sister in a lot of patterns. Like, she would put me in striped stockings with a floral dress. Like, why are you doing that to me?
Sometimes I just walk through I just show up, as in The Other Sister.
I can remember being in my pram: children stayed in their prams much longer then than they do now. A big bouncy pram with black covers and a hood with metal clips that could trap your fingers. I was looking up at my sister who was sitting on the pram seat, with her back to me.
It’s really good to have so distinctive a name as an actress. No one ever forgets it. My sister and brother are called Perdita and Rollo. Actually, my family calls me ‘Hollyhocks.’
The marshalling of those resources in order to obtain the maximum war effort for Australia, and a maximum degree of help and cooperation for Great Britain and the sister Dominions, is the primary objective of the new Department.
Education was something my parents always put a lot of emphasis on. It was naturally in me, and my sister is equally driven. She is a paediatric endocrinologist.
After school, my sister and I helped our mom in the garden. We grew potatoes, cucumbers, tomatoes – not for fun, but to eat.
If you don’t like your sister or don’t get along with your father, let’s find out if you like yourself. Let’s not sugarcoat anything about it.
In March 1943, my parents, four-year-old sister and I were interned with other foreign civilians at Lunghua camp, a former teacher training college outside Shanghai, where we remained until the end of August 1945.
My father and my mother and my sister and I have always voted Republican, always.
I was scared when I lost my mother, my father, my brother, my sister.
Pick up a camera. Shoot something. No matter how small, no matter how cheesy, no matter whether your friends and your sister star in it. Put your name on it as director. Now you’re a director. Everything after that you’re just negotiating your budget and your fee.
My parents were kind of over protective people. Me and my sister had to play in the backyard all the time. They bought us bikes for Christmas but wouldn’t let us ride in the street, we had to ride in the backyard. Another Christmas, my dad got me a basketball hoop and put it in the middle of the lawn! You can’t dribble on grass.
Cancer affects all of us, whether you’re a daughter, mother, sister, friend, coworker, doctor, patient.
I left my family, and I left my brother and sister, and I went and lived my dream. I saw everybody, but is it ever enough?
My brother liked sewing and sculpting and making things, and my sister sewed and painted and cooked and baked. She’s a professional baker now and makes the most gorgeous sculpture-like cakes. She’s the queen of wedding cakes in the Lake Tahoe area.
My mother, who grew up in Pennsylvania, literally washed my mouth out with soap once for saying, ‘Shut up!’ to my sister. She would have washed my mouth out with gasoline if she knew how foul my mouth was racially when she wasn’t around.
Going to the theater is such a joyous experience. My dad would take my sister and me to plays when we were very young, like six or seven years old.
Making movies was more a reaction to not being chosen for sports. Other kids were out there playing at whatever I was off making something blow up and filming it, or making a mould of my sister’s head using alginating plaster.
I think it’s been a little difficult at times for the audience, because they’ve told me they see me as a family member. So to see your little sister sing about sex… I think they are pretty used to it now.
I had an older brother, an older sister and a younger brother, and though I look back fondly on my childhood, I think that when you’ve got four siblings sharing the same resources and a single kids’ bathroom, it’s going to get a little tense at times.
My big sister Melissa, is such a stud and my little sister Suzanna, has always had a perfect body and big blue eyes. We were a force.
I rebelled by not getting straight A’s and not following the path that my elder sister did. She was valedictorian and is very exemplary in her way. I look a lot like her, so I just had to do the opposite. Not that I got bad grades, but I was all about performance and just finding any way that I could to be involved in any kind of production.
I think many of my books, including ‘Handle with Care,’ including ‘My Sister’s Keeper,’ circle back to how far are we willing to go for the people we love? I think love changes the way we think. It’s the thing that takes you out of what your normal set of beliefs would be.
The person that was closest to me growing up was my sister, who died at 19. She was an incredibly powerful girl, deeply committed to art and literature.
Language is political. That’s why you and me, my Brother and Sister, that’s why we supposed to choke our natural self into the weird, lying, barbarous, unreal, white speech and writing habits that the schools lay down like holy law.
My father was a military judge, and my mother was a psychiatric social worker. My brother and sister and I were moved around constantly, in and outside the U.S., living in Germany for much of our teens.
I’m of African descent and my sister looks completely black, but I didn’t look black. I was the super-nerdy kid who was also willing to fight.
The only siblings I have are half-siblings. My nuclear family would have been an extra-suffocating threesome. Instead, I have an interesting brother and sister, in-laws, and darling nephews.
I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
When I was nine, I was diagnosed with an irregular heartbeat and was prescribed beta blockers, which had the side effect of turning my skin green. Looking like Shrek’s little sister at school wasn’t the easiest thing.
One thing that always frustrated me was that, while Benjamin Franklin’s was the best-known face of the eighteenth century, no one ever took his sister’s likeness.
My sister and I created a show called ‘The Real Life Brady Bunch,’ which was sort of a theatrical sensation that got us attention in L.A. and New York.
My sister and I are incredibly close, and we created together from childhood through the time we spent in Chicago at the Annoyance Theatre.
I’m older than my sister so I started writing first. I started writing at school. I was always top of my class in composition, essays, English Lit and all of that.
Every song brings back memories, like I remember where I wrote all these songs. ‘Universal Heartbeat’ was my apartment in New York City. ‘My Sister’ was at my apartment in Boston. I remember places and I remember what I was thinking when I wrote it.
I was obsessed with X-Men as a kid, and I would have to go and play every last one of them. My sister was obsessed with Barbies. So we would create these X-Men-Barbie combos and perform weird musicals where they interacted with each other.
My sister, she’s amazing. She sort of inspired me to take this journey to Latin America.
I have a wonderful shelter, which is my family. I have a wonderful relationship with my brother and sister this makes me feel that I know always where I belong.
I’m a lot older than my little brothers and sister, so I think I grew up babysitting them.
I grew up in a home where animals were ever-present and often dominated our lives. There were always horses, dogs, and cats, as well as a revolving infirmary of injured wildlife being nursed by my sister the aspiring vet.
Though I didn’t quite plan it that way, I had my two sons at just about the same ages my mother saw me and my sister off to college, and my first novel was published when I was 46. This ‘tardiness’ isn’t something I’m proud of, but I’m happy to be an inspiration to others who arrive at these milestones later than most of us do.
This union has been divided in like a civil war – brother against brother – sister against sister. And I’m pulling it together. We’ve already seen evidence of that in New York, in Pennsylvania, in California. The first thing is we have to get on the same page. We have to be united in one cause.
Your parents are the parents you know best. Your brother and sister, if you have them, are the brother and sister you know best. They may not be the ones you like the best. They may not be the most interesting, but they are the closest and probably the clearest to you.
Everybody I meet who uses ‘WhatsApp’, I ask them a question: ‘How did you hear about it?’ And they say, ‘My friends, my sister or my brother, somebody I know hounded me to install WhatsApp.’ We think there is more power to the network when it grows organically.
Ndamukong started out playing soccer, like his sister before him. She excelled at it, played for Mississippi State, made the Cameroon national team.
I had a really wonderful upbringing. We were a tight family. It was wonderful to grow up with so many siblings. We were all just a year or two apart, and we were always so supportive of each other. I learned everything from my older brother and sister and taught it to my younger sisters.
I becan acting when River was doing this TV series and they needed two kids for the show, so they got me and my little sister, Summer, to do it. After that I did some really weird guest spots with orangutans and stuff.
My older sister is bossy, my brother is a stirrer and me – well, I am perfect!
Badges mean nothing in themselves, but they mark a certain achievement and they are a link between the rich and the poor. For when one girl sees a badge on a sister Scout’s arm, if that girl has won the same badge, it at once awakens an interest and sympathy between them.
Once I showed up at my sister’s with a baby rabbit I had bought from some children because its ears were cold. I put the rabbit on a hot water bottle and massaged its ears for quite a while. After all, I knew that all healthy animals had warm ears.
My sister is a chiropractor and she says I have an unusually flexible lower back, but I don’t do yoga, and I don’t feel like I’m very bendy.
Lord, confound this surly sister, blight her brow with blotch and blister, cramp her larynx, lung and liver, in her guts a galling give her.
All my friends are female, I’ve edited for a magazine for young girls for 15 years, I relate to women, and I’m very, very close to my younger sister.
I read my sister’s diary when I was 7. She was, I think, 13. It was awful to read it.
People are fascinated by evil because it’s mysterious and it doesn’t seem to have a rationale behind it, and the second you say that Hannibal Lector was abducted as a child and he had to eat his sister or something like that, it becomes immediately mundane. The character becomes mundane.
My family has always supported me a thousand percent. My sister once sold her jewelry so I could pay for gas money to get up to New York for a show. And that’s amazing. But you get too much of that, you start depending on it.
I was born and brought up in Liverpool with my clever little sister Jemma, who is 14 and wants to be a vet. My mum Jane is an administrator and my dad Peter is a taxi driver.
I have an older sister who sounds, unfortunately, exactly like me, and we sound like our mother did.
I don’t know whether John Roberts has a twin, perhaps a sister or, uh, someone with a Hispanic last name.
And then I went to visit my sister in the states and all of a sudden it was just like, it’s like… it’s like the movie Wizard of Oz when all of a sudden it changes from Black and White to glorious Technicolor.
It was very gray, very dreary. Everything was still rationed when I first saw the United States in 1951. I went over to visit my sister who was a war bride.
It was post war. It was very gray, very dreary. Everything was still rationed when I first saw the United States in 1951. I went over to visit my sister who was a war bride.
Back in Australia, I did foster care for sick cats for years, and I was always most successful with the animals when I was given two – a brother and sister.
The other day, I noticed I’d arranged my spices in alphabetical order when I was on the phone, without even realizing, and when I was a kid I was constantly cleaning and organizing things – my toys, my sister’s cosmetics.
My sister was an actress before I ever got into it, and I kinda wanted to do what she was doing. That was a really young age. Four years old? I just followed her everywhere and just wanted to do what she wanted to do. I didn’t even know what I was getting myself into. I just wanted to be where she was and do what she was doing.
In 1792, my Sister told me, I was growing out of my senses.
Becoming a coach has to be in your blood. There are hundreds and thousands of former athletes out there, but there are maybe only 10 people who want to dedicate their lives by taking on a job as a coach. Not only a master, a coach should also be a brother or sister to his apprentices.
Most people call my style of dress slovenly, I call it extreme casual. If I didn’t have a mother and a sister for the times I do have to get dressed, I would be absolutely lost.
As a child, I studied violin. My sister, who’s 10 years older, was the actress in the family. I was painfully shy.
Because ‘Call The Midwife’ is a gentle drama, not a documentary, it’s not appropriate to portray Sister Monica Joan’s condition in all its brutal reality.
I loved creating a series about the four Cabot sisters, who were not content to let their destinies be dictated to them. In ‘The Trouble With Honor,’ this desire became especially urgent when the sisters were faced with the prospect of losing their place in society. Eldest sister Honor led the charge. They were undaunted!
My mother died of cystic fibrosis before I knew her. I was two years old, and I don’t remember her. I do remember, though, when it was just my father and me, before he met the woman who would become the mother who raised me, before my younger sister, Gillian. It was just the two of us, and he was my whole world.
Sometimes you really dig a girl, the moment you kiss her, And then you get distracted by her older sister.
When I was young, I told my sister that she had chunky thighs. She slapped me and I cried. She feels bad about it to this day, but I feel worse.
I did meet ‘The Everly Brothers’ once, and we talked for awhile. Then we figured out we were first cousins! My late mother was the sister of Don and Phil’s father, Ike Everly.
Seeing that we were book enthusiasts, my mother began hauling my sister and me down to the Stanton Free Library on Tuesday afternoons, where I’d find two or three books to bring home.
South Africa is a whole other world. I went to grade school there and high school in Johannesburg, and before that, my family lived in Kenya in Nairobi where my brother was actually born, and my sister was born in Capetown. I spent the first 10 years of my life in South Africa.
My sister is a very peculiar lady. When we were young, I wasn’t allowed to talk to her friends. Now I’m not allowed to talk to her children, nor are they permitted to see me. This is the nature of the lady. Doesn’t bother me at all.
I really do believe that no one is too pious to fall or too far gone to be redeemed in some way. Jaime Lannister on ‘Game of Thrones’ did terrible things, and now I feel so bad for him because his sister won’t kiss him. Isn’t that weird? Does she not love him? He lost a hand! It kills me that I care.
I agreed to go on a date with a nice young man who was a former student of my uncle, who taught music in high schools and colleges. The nice young man took me to a party at his sister’s, where I met people who introduced me to virtually all the elements of my future.
Well, I’m Italian, but my family isn’t stereotypical. I mean, I only have one sister and we don’t yell or throw pasta at each other. My mother doesn’t even have a secret spaghetti sauce recipe.
It’s a real gift to work with my sister. We obviously have such a shorthand communicating with each other that it makes the process easier. And from growing up together and watching so many films together, we ended up with pretty similar taste.
Moving to a new country is always difficult, but the fact my dad and my sister came to live with me was a huge help. That made things easier.
Even now, most people call me Joy or Joe Lee or Joey. It’s all fine with me. The only time I correct them is when they refer to me as Spike Lee’s sister.
My sister is not a public person, so I don’t think it’s right to discuss her.
Nobody ever seems to want my advice about serious stuff. People will be like: ‘Who made that sweater?’ Or ‘How did you get your hair so straight?’ They don’t to come to me for the relationship advice or deep stuff. In fact, my little sister actually hides from me.
I’ve always really liked being active. I do Spinning classes, I run, I have a trainer, I do Pilates with my sister Shade.
I got into psychology simply because that’s what my sister did, and I grew up in a family that was very, like, ‘Follow your sister’s footsteps.’ I went to the same school she went to, did the same degree she did… really had no interest in it, to be honest.
My character’s kind of grown up with Katniss. The beginning of the story, they’re more or less brother and sister than anything. They’re best friends. They’ve been keeping each other alive. It’s a little frustrating, for the character. As the character, not as me.
My little sister Aliana’s opinions are the most important to me. She says, ‘I want to look like you, you’re so pretty!’ But she is very beautiful and so she is trouble in the making! She wants to do what I do. I’m like her second mother and I am very protective of her.
But my brother Joey was there, and my sister Tina Nina Minnelli was there.
Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed. We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.
I had begun reading earlier than most because my sister Emmy Lou, no doubt to keep me from bothering her, decided it was easier to teach me to read stories to myself rather than to read them to me, as she had been doing.
When I was growing up I always wanted to be a waitress. My sister opened a restaurant in Mississippi, and I went down there and was a waitress for a few days. Let me tell you, I got it out of my system.
I have three siblings. My sister makes music. My older brother is a classical conductor, and my younger brother is a mixing engineer.
I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.
My sister and I are both diagnosed with second-hand smoke syndromes. We have never smoked, but we grew up with second-hand smoke our entire lives.
My grandmother was a teacher, my sister was a teacher, my daughter was a teacher and is now a superintendent in northern California, and my son-in-law is a high school principal. I am surrounded.
I was born in Connecticut. But my parents brought my sister and I to L.A. when-Hollywood, actually, when i was 6 months old.
I played with dolls until I was 15. My mother encouraged it because my older sister got married when she was 15, so Mom thought that the longer I stayed with dolls, the better.
With fashion, my mother was an icon, but she never lived it in the sense that she was never obsessed with fashion. When I was a young girl, my sister wasn’t doing fashion, so I started fashion thinking, ‘I’m going to do something that they haven’t done yet.’ That was my silly scheme at the time.
I definitely used to lie about my age. I’m from Tennessee and everyone would vacation in Destin, Florida, where there are lots of cute guys. I would go with my older sister and lie about my age to them.
When I was 11, I had an Ugly Sister birthday party. All my idea. Most girls want to be a fairy or a princess, but there I am with beauty spots and fur and fluorescent pink kiss-curls.
I remember getting a toilet in our house. I remember sharing a bedroom with my sister, and my little sister was sleeping in my mom and dad’s room.
I, Lawrence Klein, was born in Omaha, Nebraska, as were my elder brother and younger sister.
I think that every therapist that I know, including my dad and my sister, have their own issues. But that empathy is what makes them good at their job.
I always thought I was a little shy, especially compared to my brother and my sister, but I guess I was always the kid doing performances in the front room.
I started out wanting to be an actress. My sister was in this theater company in Brooklyn. I saw her in some plays, and I was immediately obsessed. I started auditioning for plays when I was about 10.
When I moved to L.A. a few years ago, my sister hung out with a couple of people with big followings. I’d hang out with them, too, and eventually was tagged in a picture with Acacia Brinley, who does a lot on YouTube. She got me from, like, 6,000 to 17,000 followers over a couple of days.
My mom, dad, and sister have all watched every episode of everything I’ve ever done.
I was the typical little sister who wanted to be just like her older brother. When I was growing up, my brother wrote phenomenal stories, so I wanted to write them, too.
I had no work after ‘Gangster’ for two years, and my sister Rangoli met with an accident that destroyed her looks. My struggle with my parents combined with the industry not accepting me made me feel alienated.
My sister and I had jointly heard the narration of ‘Revolver Rani’ in Tigmanshu Dhulia’s office. After hearing the narration, my sister was very scared and adamant that I should not do this film, as my character was twisted, neurotic, violent and abusive.
My youngest sister belonged to a group called the Twelve Tribes for many years. She recently left, with her husband and four children. Talking to her about her experiences in the group is fascinating, moving, and enlightening.
My sister said, You’re making it hard for all us housewives in Nebraska.
My position in the family turned out to be a lucky one I bore neither the brunt of my mother’s newness to parenthood nor the force of her middle-aged traumas, as my younger sister, Ruth, did.
I’ve got a really good network that includes friends who all had babies within eight weeks of each other, plus my sister, a lovely part-time nanny and a nursery where Orla goes for half days.
My way to de-stress is either listening to music or talking to my sister, Kourtney. She’s going to teach me how to meditate, and that should help a lot.
My little sister Kylie puts an amazing outfit together every day, and it just works for her. For me, it’s more like jeans, boots, maybe a jacket. Sometimes I get caught in my sweats.
I was the biggest liar for no reason, and then as I got older, I thought, ‘Why am I lying to everybody?’ I would hear other people lie and be like, ‘You sound so stupid.’ So then I would just change my lies. The only person I lie to is my little sister, when I steal her clothes.
Actually, Keke is my nickname. When I was little, my sister was about four years old, and she had an imaginary friend named Keke. And she wanted my name to be Keke.
I never looked at myself as the fat sister. Sometimes I would beat people to the punch and say, ‘Oh I’m the fat, funny one,’ because that’s what people would say about me. But I never really thought that.
I’m the ugly sister. I’m the fat one. I’m the transvestite. I have had those mean things said about me at least twice a day for the last five years. It’s horrible, you know? But I can brush that stuff off.
Growing up, I never heard my parents curse, never. The first time I ever said a curse word was with my sister Kim.
I witnessed a home birth with my sister Khloe and, after seeing it, I felt it wasn’t for me. There was too much risk involved, and it wasn’t as sanitary as a hospital.
When I was growing up, my stepmother’s sister was the chief detective in one of the adjoining towns, so she piqued my interest in crime.
It’s amazing how coke encompasses everything in your life. Addicts cannot confront life because they only think of their next hit. I ruined life for my parents, my sister and all my friends.
When I got really sick and needed a stem cell transplant, I was fortunate to have a twin sister as the donor.
I’ve actually always wanted to be able to read people’s minds. My sister did a movie with super-powers and that’s the one I would have wanted, so I really lucked out. The negative is that people are really cruel in their own minds, but you can weed out the bad people from the good people, and then just hang out with the good people.
On ‘The Guiding Light’ I enjoyed working with Jamie Goodwin and Ellen Parker, who played my sister. I loved working with Jerry Ver Dorn and Jay Hammer. I mean, there’s some great fun people that I’ve really enjoyed.
Under the Poppy’ is the love story of Istvan and Rupert, lovers and friends from childhood, who’ve been parted by jealousy – and a secret betrayal by Istvan’s sister, Decca, who also loves Rupert, with whom she runs the brothel called Under the Poppy, where the floozies cater to every taste from saucy to peculiar.
I was fortunate enough to book a pilot, and we just got picked up for a midseason replacement for ABC. It’s called ‘Romantically Challenged,’ and I’m going to be playing Alyssa Milano’s little sister. The other actor in it is Kyle Bornheimer from ‘Worst Week’ – he’s hilarious.
I came into this environment where there was so much love, so much positive energy. I never heard my parents say, ‘We have adopted kids.’ The minute my sister Linda and I landed in Sweden, we were their kids.
Sister is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.
My brother and sister had a much worse childhood, I think, because they were older, and they had to deal with a lot more racism because they grew up in the ’70s and I grew up more in the ’80s. So they had to deal with crosses being burned on their lawn and their dogs being poisoned.
When my sister was diagnosed with cancer in 1989, her doctor told her that the cancer had probably been in her system for 10 years. By the time cancer’s diagnosed, it’s usually been around for quite a while.
I used to clean my brother and sister’s rooms. And I would go to friends’ houses and clean their rooms, too.
Until blacks and whites see each other as brother and sister, we will not have parity. It’s very clear.
Whenever something went wrong when I was young – if I had a pimple or if my hair broke – my mom would say, ‘Sister mine, I’m going to make you some soup.’ And I really thought the soup would make my pimple go away or my hair stronger.
I was only a bridesmaid for my sister, and it was very calm and small, so I didn’t have any tragedy.
No life’s worth more than any other, no sister worth less than any brother.
I come here tonight as a sister, blessed with a brother who is my mentor, my protector and my lifelong friend. And I come here as a wife who loves my husband and believes he will be an extraordinary president.
Lil’ Kim is my sister, known her for years, and I’ll never turn my back on her, but there is enough room for everybody. I want to see everybody get it.
My sister wanted to be an actress, but she never made it. She does live in a trailer. She got halfway. She’s an actress, she just never gets called to the set.
I was the big, bossy older sister, full of enthusiasms, mad fantasies, desperate urges to be famous, and anxious to be a saint – a settled sort of saint, not one who might have to suffer or die for her faith.
When my sister Joan arrived, I asked if I could swap her for a rabbit. When I think what a marvellous friend she’s been, I’m so glad my parents didn’t take me at my word.
My older brother was into Creedence Clearwater Revival and ZZ Top, and my sister was into pop radio. So somewhere along the line, I got into Ozzy Osbourne, REO Speedwagon, Heart, Pat Benetar, Journey.
I was into all kinds of music as a teen – country music, because my dad was in a band that played country, and whatever my sister and brother were into.
My mother’s sister married a man from Barbados, and my cousins were raised in Barbados. So we traveled down there, they came up every summer for camp, and I started paying attention to their music. And that was the first place I ever remember hearing reggae and liking it.
Oh, I adored Mickey Mouse when I was a child. He was the emblem of happiness and funniness. You went to the movies then, you saw two movies and a short. When Mickey Mouse came on the screen and there was his big head, my sister said she had to hold onto me. I went berserk.
I want to be alone and work until the day my heads hits the drawing table and I’m dead. Kaput. I feel very much like I want to be with my brother and sister again. They’re nowhere. I know they’re nowhere and they don’t exist, but if nowhere means that’s where they are, that’s where I want to be.
People look for patterns in everything. It’s what keeps us sane, I suppose. I struggle to see any patterns in my life. I think I can understand depression a bit because of my sister. My own feelings of… I’m aware that, if you feel down, it can be strangely unrelated to circumstances around you. That’s just the way life is.
I have a characteristic since my childhood. I don’t like living together with my mother, sister, or friends at my home. I have always preferred to be alone and independent and lived according to that.
Every individual we meet is different than we are. Members of the same family differ one from the other. Friend differs from friend, husband from wife, sister from brother, nation from nation. All these differences make ‘feeling’ love difficult and isolated to specific individuals according to our tastes and their personalities.
I did a book signing when we were in New York the day before yesterday. A lady came through and she was just weeping, and said, ‘I wish this would have been brought out sooner, my sister is in prison for suffocating her child.’
It’s true – my mother kicked me out the house at 14. I had to go live with my sister. I had some problems. I was very rebellious as a kid. I don’t even know why or where it came from, but I had a lot of anger. Me and my mom clashed a lot because she didn’t tolerate that, as she shouldn’t from a 14-year-old.
You can sell nothing for a mark-up for a while, but only until something starts eating away at it. Now I can go home and click on Yahoo, call my sister and talk over a microphone for free.
I’m a single child. I wanted a little brother or a little sister growing up, but when I think about it, I’m happy I’m an only child.
I am the youngest of four siblings, and we’re all so close. I don’t know where I would be without my brothers and sister. I secretly believe that my parents love me the most!
I think that when I was child, acting was mostly just a hobby for me. It was something that my parents encouraged me to think of the way that my brothers thought of their cross-country classes, or my little sister to dance classes and art classes, and it was something like that for me.
My younger sister Debby had died of cancer, which started me writing – the sense of life being short. Cancer focuses your mind.
I grew up in a difficult environment, but I became a Christian as a teen. My mom and my sister soon became Christians also.
My parents are both really, really funny, and my little sister is a really good painter, and my other sister is a really good writer.
When I was in high school in Los Angeles, my mother, who was a speech therapist, agreed to stay over the weekend with one of her clients and his little sister while the parents went away on vacation. She brought me along.
My brother Kobi made my mother very proud when he was elected deputy mayor of Jerusalem. My sister made her proud when she got an advanced university degree, finishing cum laude, and I could not have given my mother a better present than having her come to the Knesset to witness my swearing-in as a minister.
I always wanted to be a surgeon, because I had a lot of admiration for my father, who is also a surgeon. I also wanted to be a heart surgeon. That was motivated by the fact that my young aunt, a sister of my dad, died in her early 20s of a correctable heart disease.
I’ve always had this interest in sibling relationships because I don’t have any siblings. I’m completely a product of the one-child policy in China, so I always kind of wished that I had an older brother or a younger brother or sister just to have that bond, so I find myself constantly writing about that relationship.
I remember when I first started playing tennis, it was always my sister dressing me. She wanted me to look good. And then it really became a routine for me. It doesn’t consume too much of my day, but it’s something I always pay conscious attention to.
The kind of issues that we face as detectives are similar to what the other married couples out there are facing, or the brother and sister, or the brother and brother are facing. Relationships are universal.
Sister Virginia used to say, ‘You’ll be known by the company you keep.’
Throughout my college years, I’d watch my sister squeal every Christmas as she unwrapped another ‘Buffy’ DVD set. I didn’t know much about the series, but I was filled with that obnoxious self-importance that comes from having decided to be an Academic Who Reads Serious Things.
I have mended fences with both my sisters. But do I have their families on my side? Not easily. My one sister, Florence, has two lawyers in the family and two doctors. Of course, I couldn’t win that battle.
I got put out of my church choir because my pastor said, ‘We can’t have baby sister singing the blues and coming in here and singing on Sunday morning.’
My sister died and my mum was really distant, as you do – you don’t expect your offspring to die before you. I thought I was bulletproof up until that stage.
I used to have two brown-coloured cats, who were brother and sister, called Bonzo and Bonzetta.
I respect everyone, from the homeless brother and sister on the street to the executive that sits in the highest office named President Barack Obama. I respect everyone – but we over-respect no one.
To be able to go the distance with a brother or sister, to have them turn into your ally, is about the greatest thing that can ever happen to you.
For much of my life – my sister and I have talked about this – when we moved, we just thought the world behind us disappeared, and all of the people, they just didn’t exist any more.
But mathematics is the sister, as well as the servant, of the arts and is touched by the same madness and genius.
My mom always liked the idea of us acting – me and my sister – like, one of us trying it. But my dad always thought it was a joke.
My father was very disappointed by war and fighting. And he thought language could help us out of cycles of revenge and animosity. And so, as a journalist, he always found himself asking lots of questions and trying to gather information. He was always very clear to underscore the fact that Jewish people and Arab people were brother and sister.
It’s sort of nice in more general terms to see that computational science, computational biology is being recognized. It’s become a very large field, and it’s always in some ways been the poor sister, or the ugly sister, to experimental biology.
I wanted to be at my sister’s funeral, but my family has always had a complicated dynamic.
The first book I could call mine, my first book, was a picture book, ‘The Magic Monkey’ – it was adapted from an old Chinese legend by a thirteen-year-old prodigy named Plato Chan with the help of his sister.
Mondays I sleep. I go in at ten, do my lift, watch the game from the day before. Tuesday is off, but I go in, lift, watch film. Then I have French toast with my sister.
Well, rather than to give you my impression on Los Angeles, per se, my older sister’s husband is and American, therefore I have a pretty good idea of the, perhaps the characteristics of Americans in general.
I raised my sister. I was six when she was born. My mother had to make a living for herself and it was very hard, so I was looking after my sister, cooking and cleaning, and she had four jobs.
I’m a quasi-only child. With my brother and sister, I’ve more of a tendency to be semi-maternal. So, yes, I spent a lot of time talking to myself – I had this big dressing-up box and would just dress up as lots of characters and talk back to myself… Verging on schizophrenia, I suppose, if you analyse it carefully.
Sometimes when I visit my sister and her two children, I wonder if she missed a lot by getting married. Right now, nothing could be further from my mind than getting married.
My mom was the picture of the blue-collar mom: Two and three and four jobs to make sure that me and my sister never needed, that was her thing.
I was always a bit arty-farty as a boy. ‘Come on, Mr. Arty-Farty,’ my sister used to say to me.
When my sister and I were very young, my father used to tell us fairy stories that he’d made up. My mother was always telling him that he should write them down, but he would say, ‘Well, they’ve all been done before. There are so many blooming books in the world – why should I write another one?’
I had lost relationships with my dad, my brother and sister and I was just like, you know what, this is definitely the time to just get it together and so that’s what I did.
For those that don’t know, my sister was born with Down Syndrome, and she was institutionalized in the very early sixties. Me, being just a small boy and being shuffled around between my mother and grandparents, I never knew her.
I grew up with a fashion-obsessed mother and an older sister, so there was a lot of fashion in my house. The first thing I remember owning was a Pierre Cardin jumpsuit when I was 9 or 10 of course I didn’t actually buy it, but I fell in love with it.
There are absolutely no problems between me, my dad and my sister. Obviously I grew up with just my mum, but my relationship with my dad is just fine.
My parents decided – because they were not going to teach us anything Jewish at home – to send both me and my sister to a Jewish primary school. So I went to Kerem Primary School in Hampstead Garden Suburb. But, for me, that school really didn’t work that well.
I have a twin brother, so I was around guys like a sister. It was comfortable to me.
I was the youngest child and got a lot more freedom than my brother and sister. I used to wander, doing my own thing under the radar, but I didn’t get in bad, bad trouble.
As I grew up, one of my strongest allies has been my sister.
My first paying job might have been doing a play, actually. My mom paid me to dress up as a flounder at my sister’s ‘Little Mermaid’ – themed birthday party when I was little.
My Dad, a small-town lawyer, was also named Paul. Until we lost him when I was 16, he was a gentle presence in my life. I like to think he’d be proud of me and my sister and brothers, because I’m sure proud of him and of where I come from, Janesville, Wisconsin.
My older sister was at the cusp of new wave, and I had older brothers from my father’s first marriage who were rock ‘n’ roll guys, so I was exposed to a lot of popular culture.
We were so poor when I was a kid that I had a sister who was stamped, ‘Made In Japan.’
I used to make clothes for my sister’s dolls. I couldn’t care less for the dolls, but I could make the clothes really easily.
At home, I had seven brothers, one sister. I sewed clothes for my sister’s dolls although she was grown and gone away. I was a weirdo but didn’t think I was a weirdo.
It’s a bit startling to achieve global recognition before the age of 30 on account of your sister, your brother-in-law and your bottom. One day I might be able to make sense of this. In the meantime I think it’s fair to say that it has its upside and its downside.
My sister taught me addition and subtraction and multiplication and division, so by the time I got to school, I knew it all, and when we’d do the times tables, I was just focused on doing it faster than anybody else. I already had the information, so it just got me to focus on excellence.
My family fled Iran in October 1978 as a result of the coming revolution when I was two years old. In the early days, my entire family lived together in a very crowded house, where I shared a room with my sister, cousin, and grandmother, and we would all listen to my grandmother tell stories before bedtime.
My brother and sister were much older. They were planned. I was not planned for. I was called the mistake, amongst other things.
My sister, Dottie, suffered from COPD for quite a few years before we knew what it was. Hers was a form of emphysema, and she was 48 when she passed away.
It is true that I was born in Iowa, but I can’t speak for my twin sister.
I’ve always wanted a Maltese-poodle, but I’ve always been really busy. So I said once I’m back in the city and the ‘Sister Act’ stuff dies down, I’m going to get a puppy.
Sister Act’ was my first audition out of school. I was 21 and cast as the understudy. It was non-Equity, so I lived in L.A. on $300 a week. I did that for a month and then came to New York to do a couple of gigs, including ‘Hair’ in the park, before going to London with ‘Sister Act,’ where I played the lead.
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.
My sister basically showed me how to be a person for many years of my life. I just didn’t really fit anywhere, and my sister was always really comfortable in who she was.
If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she’s wearing your best sweater.
When a kid graduates from being the youngest in a family to being a big brother or sister, there’s an amazing transformation. They have to make a big effort, and when they accept their new position in the family, everybody breathes a sigh of relief. All of a sudden they seem bigger, and they seem smarter, and they feel good about it, too.
My sister had some ailment and convulsions that she suffered from, and she had been sent to some place to go and get healed there. She was brought back and prayed for by those people. She recovered in fact, she grew to be an evangelist in her own right, healing people and traveling around.
My childhood was kind of complicated. I have an older sister, but my father, my mother’s husband, died when I was four years old. So I only had my mum and sister, really.
It was about 2012, 2013. I started from zero. Small fashion shows, small photoshoots. I’ve seen a lot. I’ve seen a lot of things up close. I married my sister off I gave jahez for her wedding. I tried to keep relations going with my family. I bought a house for them in Multan. My parents are settled in Multan my house is there.
The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.
I was staying with my sister and messing around with the guitar every day for my own amusement. Then she took me around and introduced me to Muddy Waters, Jimmy Rogers, Little Walter, and the first time I saw that onstage, it inspired me to play. I thought that was the world.
I grew up in Burbank – but not the Burbank of valet parking and TV studios. In the late 1950s, there was a small apartment complex on Elmwood Avenue that rented mostly to families on welfare. I lived there from age 3 to 11 and again from 14 to 18 with my mother, Shirley, and my younger sister, Toni.
I had always loved comedy, and acted out Steve Martin and Bill Cosby albums with my sister for my parents on road trips and stuff, and I loved to laugh and make people laugh.
I can only do something that my sister or my daughter, if I have one, could watch and feel positive about.
What do you say to your sister who poses in the nude? It’s not like you are really itching to see photographs of your sister naked. I mean, it’s just something that is not too exciting.
My elder brother and sister were both sporty and academic, and I think, subconsciously, I knew I couldn’t go down that avenue.
I have always loved music. My mom used to sing with my sister and I when I was younger, and I was in choirs and loved to perform, but when I was in college, I went on a study abroad to Trinidad, and while I was there, I sang backup at my first concert.
My big advert was for ketchup. I come home from school, cook my brother and sister their dinner, ride my bike in the garden. Remember that one? People cried at that advert. It won awards. I was 12.
John D. Rockefeller apparently became more of a tightwad the richer he got. I don’t know if it is true, but one story I read was about one of his sons having to wear his older sister’s clothes in order to save money.
Growing up in a Jewish matriarchal world inside the patriarchal paradise of Salt Lake City, Utah, gave me increased perspective on gender issues, as it also did my gay brother and my lesbian sister. Our younger sister is the perfect Jewish-American wife and mother, and is fiercely proud of that fact.
I feel like I think like a woman because I grew up with my mother and my sister, so I’ve just been programmed to think like a girl.
AIDS can destroy a family if you let it, but luckily for my sister and me, Mom taught us to keep going. Don’t give up, be proud of who you are, and never feel sorry for yourself.
My sister’s a musician. Everyone else in our family, it’s either academics or artists of one kind or another. And those are the people that I think I like to hang out with, too. I think, you know, they’re always interesting they lead interesting lives, and I think they’re important for everyone to read about because everyone is an artist in a way.
Aaliyah has been an artist I’ve grown up with, like an older sister.
We’re a Muslim family, but we’re also very cultured and we have a mixture of different religions. For example, my brother-in-law is Catholic, and my sister converted and my nephews are baptized. I have an uncle who just graduated and currently he’s a priest.
When I was younger, I actually had a ghost face mask, and I stood in my sister’s room in the corner for, like, half an hour until she saw in the reflection, me behind her, and she freaked out and started slapping me.
I do confess to being the exasperated, bossy, know-it-all, overachieving big sister.
My sister is an ER doctor, and my brother is a teacher.
My sister is a mess. I love her to death, but she is a mess.
My brother is a policeman my sister’s an English teacher. When I hear what they make versus what I make, it’s ridiculous.
I was always interested in comedy, like when I was 5 years old. I watched ‘I Love Lucy’ and ‘Benny Hill.’ I would always joke around with my sister. My mom was into comedy, too. She would go to the video store and get a couple of movies and some stand-up comedians’ tapes.
My sister started acting professionally when she was twelve, but I wanted to go to college first.
Because my dad died when I was young, and I have a severely disabled sister, I couldn’t really push the envelope at home.
In my own family, my mother had my sister when I was 15 and for various reasons, I was extremely involved in raising her.
I moved to L.A. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to do, but I really like the entertainment industry. I started to make videos on YouTube to get more comfortable being in front of the camera. The first video I filmed was with my sister.
Just to see if I liked vlogging, I uploaded a video of my sister and I cleaning up a river in a canoe for Earth Day. The sound was horrible, and the quality was horrible… But you have to blog what’s interesting to you and not care what anyone thinks.
Usually, you get to interview that one girl who plays the sister on some Disney show – you interview that girl a lot – but sometimes, every once in a while, you get to interview a legend. I have interviewed some amazingly iconic people, including Michelle Obama, Oprah, Sidney Poitier and Judy Dench. These people are legit icons.
I think most people would struggle to define their whole relationship with just one label – like: my girlfriend, boyfriend, brother, sister, confidantes, whatever – but in those moments, there’s true joy in each other.
In 1984, my mom gave birth to my older sister, Teresa. Due to a complicated delivery, she needed a blood transfusion, and at that moment, my mom had HIV+ blood put into her body.
My sister and I said, Dad, are you doing to do anything about that? And he mentioned treatments other people sent him that he’d been working on. So we thought it would be kind of cool to give these guys a real script.
Academic sociologists have been trained to conceive of their discipline – sociology – as the scientific study of society, and to remit to the sister discipline of psychology the study of individuals.
I was born in 1937, in Yakima, Washington, the oldest child of Robert Emerson Lucas and Jane Templeton Lucas. My sister Jenepher was born in 1939 and my brother Peter in 1940. My parents had moved to Yakima from Seattle to open a small restaurant, The Lucas Ice Creamery.
Thanks to a hacker known as Guccifer who wormed into the computer of the 43rd president’s sister, the world has learned that George W. Bush is an amateur – I would say serious amateur – painter.
My sister and I were not allowed expensive clothes. We so badly wanted these Fila sneakers as kids, but my mother took us down to the flea market and got imitation ones. Look at the early Destiny’s Child videos. You’ll see.
My sister made certain choices about the life she wanted. Those choices include a steady job, a husband and children. But balance and stability come at a cost. It is harder for her to be spontaneous. It is harder to just up and leave.
I have always had tremendous respect for my sister as an artist, as a woman, and now as a mother.
I tell my boys not to play rough with their younger sister. I try to teach them what I know already: You’re never going to win an argument with a girl, so just let her have what she wants!
It’s still a mystery to me, but even though my mother was like an older sister to me, I kind of put her up on a pedestal.
Earth as an ecosystem stands out in the all of the universe. There’s no place that we know about that can support life as we know it, not even our sister planet, Mars, where we might set up housekeeping someday, but at great effort and trouble we have to recreate the things we take for granted here.
My sister is not my mother, but more than anyone else, she fills that role for me now – like it or not. And indeed, all women I know play that role for somebody – like it or not.
Black Beauty,’ by Anna Sewell, remains a star-dusted memory because my mom read it aloud to my sister and me at night for months. I was no more than 7.
Ask any successful person, and most will tell you that they had a person who believed in them… a teacher, a friend, a parent, a guardian, a sister, a grandmother. It only takes one person, and it doesn’t really matter who it is.
I think that’s important to women in comedy, that we get a lot of the good lines and you’re not just the girlfriend or the sister.
Getting close to books, and spending time by myself, I was obliged to think about things I would never have thought about if I was busy romping around with a brother and sister.
Anybody who knows about having a premature baby, it’s horrific. He was part of a twin, and I lost his sister.
I listen to a lot of what my sister Rhea says. I give her a lot of credit for my stuff. When people give me credit for my fashion choices, it’s my sister who creates them. This whole fashionable avatar has been created by her. It’s her brainchild. It’s not me at all. Rhea really takes care of me, though I am older than her.
I wanted to be a composer before anything else. And my sister was listening to Led Zeppelin in the other room! When I heard that, it was a game-changer.
I grew up on hip-hop. I grew up on Run-D.M.C., Whodini, LL when I was in college, so I’m more of a music fan. I probably have the most eclectic collection of music in my Grand Cherokee. Literally, in a span of a week, I’ll go from 2Pac to Boyz II Men to Sister Hazel, right down to West Side Story or the Wiz. I love show tunes.
I’ll come down the stairs, and my parents and sister will be like, ‘What are you wearing?’
The Pleasure Seekers eventually turned into Cradle, when we started writing our own material. My younger sister Nancy was brought in as singer and I kind of stepped aside as main lead singer and concentrated on my instrument.
My brother and late sister and I were raised in Detroit it was where the middle class across racial lines, the middle class was able to develop, build a home, have for the first time retirement benefits, have a job, and yes, their kids began to go to college.
I was really surprised when I was told that my grandmother did not come to see me till a month after my birth. I was born seven years after my only sister Chandranshu, and my birth was a big disappointment for her.
My sister and I visited Iceland in 2001, and I incorporated it into ‘Pretty Little Liars.’
It’s hard to say when my interest in writing began, or how. My mother read to my sister and me every night, and we always loved playing make-believe games. I had a well-primed imagination. I didn’t start thinking about writing as a serious pursuit, a career I could have, until after college.
My sister’s a big karaoke person, and she’s never been able to get me to do it.
When I was 5 and my sister was 3, we went on a family trip, and she ate cheese off the floor at an airport. My mother, a germaphobe, got very upset. My sister, of course, got a stomach virus, and ever since then, I have an aversion to cheese.
My sister is a big part of my actual style. Our style is not similar whatsoever, but she helped me find myself and find what I really liked.
Like most of us, I’m used to juggling about 52 roles in life. Wife. Mother. Sister. Friend. Author. Sometimes I feel a bit ‘multiple-personality’.
I had an older brother who passed away recently, an older sister and a younger brother.
When my mother died, my father was in a crisis, my sister was in a crisis, everyone was in a crisis. I went round the night my mother was lying in the kitchen, and I organised everything, from the undertaker to the funeral… I looked after everybody, I sorted it all out and I’ve done so ever since.
My sister married an American and took his name, and my brother has shortened Sayrafiezadeh to Sayraf. So now he’s Jacob Sayraf, or sometimes Jake Sayraf. He made the change when he was a teenager, prior to the Iranian revolution and the hostage crisis. So I don’t think it was motivated by any anti-Iranian sentiment in the United States.
My sister is my sister regardless – has always been and always will be and has no choice about it. This is a love quite distinct from that of a lover, with whom we fall in love, in part, because they are free and have a choice.
Daniel, my big brother, is eight years older. I’m lucky he didn’t mind hanging out with his little sister and my younger brother.
Yeah, I started when I was 6 years old. My brother and sister would get all of these presents at Christmas time from the cast and crew of their show and I was jealous. So I decided that I had to become an actor.
I just found out last week – my sister told me – that my father had some Beatles records. So I must have heard them quite a bit, but it never registered, really. Now I listen to them with new ears.
My childhood is more hick than I could ever possibly relate to you, and also more intellectual than you would ever expect. For instance, me and my sister, when we were little, we would compete to see who could eat the most squirrel brains.
My brothers were my idols. I’ve always looked up to them and was proud to be their baby sister. I felt like they gave me some cool points, too.
It was around 4 p.m. in the afternoon. I was just taking a nap. Luckily, my sister was home.
Black people don’t know what white people are talking about when they talk about a Sister Souljah moment. I tell them it’s the moment you meet a proud, beautiful black woman you can never forget.
My mother is not a Catholic, but she’s always tried to drag my brother and my sister and I to church from a very young age, and we have always put up a little bit of a rebellion against it.
Music was in the air when I was growing up. My siblings Katy, Dave and Phil were musical my dad worked in inner-city New York where a musical revolution was taking place – folk music, rock n’ roll, gospel music. My sister taught me to sing. My brothers taught me to play.
I have a deep, scratchy voice. Boys would call me Froggy, and my father would often tell me to shut my ‘big bazoo.’ I remember standing in line for confession. After I walked out, the other kids were like, ‘You punched your sister in the face?’ Because of my voice, my confession was like speaking into a loudspeaker.
I’m a middle child, and I have a younger sister who is stunning – just beautiful and smart.
I do make a good ragu pasta, which everyone seems to like. Or that could be just me talking who knows what they really think. I actually stole the recipe from my older sister Vera, who also loves to cook. I took all my recipes from her.
Hairdressers call me dark blonde, but I think they’re wrong. I feel far more naturally confident blonde. My mum’s blonde, my sister’s platinum blonde. I thought, ‘When I grow up, that’s what I’m going to look like.’
As a brother and sister, our tastes were pretty different growing up. He liked a lot of early hip hop. My dad didn’t understand it and would try to talk him out of it.
One day, my twin sister Sidra and I pranked Tyler Perry on the set of ‘For Better or Worse.’ I made her dress up as me and do a scene as if she were my character Angela. Tyler says, ‘Action!’ and my sister starts acting. It was horrible.
I was in New Zealand and met this girl. Her sister dared me to bungee jump, so I did! It was a spur-of-the-moment decision – I wanted to impress the girl, and it worked! We were in a relationship after that.
My sister and I both benefited hugely from the great security that our parents had given us, and then we went off and squandered it all rushing around in showbiz.
When I was about 3, my grandfather used to give me and my sister a nickel to sit out on the front porch with him and sing songs.
My dad’s a photographer, and my sister is a writer and a poet. My little brother is a mandolin player – he’s a bluegrass musician. It’s always been a part of the family.
I am keenly aware that in writing about my mother, I am writing about my aunts’ sister, and that in writing about my grandmother, I’m writing about their mother. I know that my honesty about how my view of these people has changed over the years may be painful.
Strangely enough, I don’t mention my sister too much in my columns because she nags me and says, ‘Don’t make me look foolish. Don’t write nonsense about me. Don’t make jokes about me.’
At least in the United States, most economic resentment is not directed toward billionaires or high-roller financiers – not even corrupt ones. It’s directed at the guy down the hall who got a bigger raise. It’s directed at the husband of your wife’s sister, because he earns 20 percent more than you do.
I showed up in October 1946, part of an early surge that would become a great nationwide baby boom. My sister Kathy was born a year later.
When my sister and I were kids, swimming down in Charleston, there was this pizza parlor that had this old Dixieland band play, and I just loved Louis Armstrong and the sound of his voice, and I got up there with the band and started singing Louis Armstrong songs when I was a kid. I have no idea why, but I did it and I loved it.
After I moved with my mother to St. Louis, my older sister and I went to see Ike Turner, who was the hottest then. His music charged me. I was never attracted to him, but I wanted to sing with his band.
The coolest thing is that my sister and I, you know, we’ve done what a lot of people have not been able to do. Which is to have our own careers, together.
I remember when I was like, ‘I want to get another shot.’ And some of the other actors on ‘Sister, Sister’ were like, ‘Do you know that’s like a 1%, 2% chance for you to get another successful show? That just doesn’t happen.’ But whenever I hear, ‘No,’ or ‘You can’t,’ something inside of me just goes, ‘Oh no, yes I can!’
It’s a twin type of telepathy. My sister and I, we share the same DNA, so on paper, we’re the same person. I knew she was pregnant, like, right away – it’s so crazy – but I asked her, and she said yes.
My older brother was born, who was a cripple, then I was born, and my sister was born, the only girl. So I was between the only girl and the crippled guy. I was the middle guy.
I bought a house for my mom, I bought a house for my dad, I bought a house for my sister.
There’s something so great about being with your nephew and, when you’re tired, just handing him off back to your sister.
Being a twin, and being my sister’s twin, is such a defining part of my life that I wouldn’t know how to be who I am, including a writer, without that being somehow at the centre.
When people say, ‘You seem so grounded you seem so normal,’ I think it’s the way I was raised and the way my sister and I were brought up by our parents.
My elder sister used to get the fashion magazines, and I would go through them and find things I liked and buy fabric and copy them. But I hated what I looked like. I mean, I was sooo skinny.
My mother, sister and I watched through the windows as my father gambled.
We don’t find it tough to sell gold people love to buy jewelry. The only way to make your wife, sister or lover happy is to give them something that they love.
It’s not hard to draw from within yourself to play someone protective of her daughter. I have animals and I’m a daughter, sister, wife, aunt and friend, and I can be fiercely protective.
In 1965, I was 11 and in my last year at Junior school. I was living with my mum and older sister in a rented flat in south London – my parents had separated when I was five and got divorced a couple of years later, which was unusual at the time. My dad was working abroad, and I hadn’t seen him for several years.
I do have the most adorable little Chihuahua mix. I adopted him about 3 1/2 years ago from Much Love pet adoption, and he has been the love of my life ever since. His name is Beau, or as my sister and I like to call him ‘ mushy mush’ because he truly is just a pile of loving mush that just melts in your arms.
Pam has always been my glamorous big sister – 13 years older than I. She played on the women’s circuit for nine years and came home to tell me stories of France, Japan.
My sister and I are opposites in many ways. She is six feet tall, while I’m five feet four.
Tuppence was what my grandmother nicknamed my mother, so she gave it to me. My sister is called Angel, and my brother was going to be called Bubba or Sonny, until they let me and my sister name him Josh.
Being Prince’s sister might get me in the door, but it is my own talent that keeps me on the stage.
My mom was in a band for over 30 years, and my brother, sister, and I start taking classical piano lessons when we were three. She’s really the reason why I’m still playing piano – she made me practice every day before school and made it a priority even when we didn’t necessarily want it to be.
I first read ‘The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe’ when I was a kid. And I think it was read to me. Me and my sister both had a copy and loved the books.
The irony is that the more specific you are in the portrayal of character, the more like other people you are. In the same way, the more you think about how alone you are in this life, you realise how much a brother and sister everyone else is.
Almost everything in ‘A Day With Wilbur Robinson’ has some basis in truth. And yes, my sister did pay me to feed her grapes while she talked to her boyfriend on the phone.
I want to be a good friend, a good sister, a good person and a good actress.
I wasn’t necessarily the brightest in my family. I think my older sister was probably more clever, but I worked very hard.
When you’re a big sister, it’s a great job. I don’t know how little sisters feel about their job, but when you’re a big sister, you’re supposed to take care of everything. And you feel good about it. I do.
My brother said ‘I want to start acting,’ and me and my sister just said, ‘Oh we’ll try it, we’ll see.’ It was just one of those things – we were just like, ‘Oh, we’ll see what happens.’
I may have had a crush on Zac, but we are like brother and sister, so nothing would ever happen.
Having parents that have been through the wars of films and having a brother and sister who have done it at the highest level, you gain an appreciation. But we’ve always had closeness as a family. That’s our anchor.
I was an only child until I was 11 years old, which is when my sister was born. So for 11 years, it was just me.
I always like to win. But I’m the big sister. I want to make sure she has everything, even if I don’t have anything. It’s hard. I love her too much. That’s what counts.
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 my brother, sort of being a super-nanny.
I know when I was growing up in New York, whenever I turned on the television, I never saw a face that looked like me. Whenever there was an Asian person on television, it would be a huge event, me calling to my older sister ‘There’s an Asian person on television!’ It was unheard of back then.
One thing that I can’t avoid the fact, because I am Thaksin’s youngest sister.
I wear jewellery that I never take off. I have a ring and two necklaces. I always have them on and get scared when I have to take them off for photo shoots. The ring is my mum’s mum’s mum’s, and she gave it to me for my 18th birthday. The necklace is the same one that my sister has. She’s called Hannah, and the name is the chain.
Well, I have a sister that I’m very close with, and that relationship is probably the most intense relationship of my life to date, probably of my life, period.
My sister, mom and I all wear the same size, so I shop a lot at a boutique called ‘my mother’s closet’ that is right down the hall from my bedroom. She has vintage Comme des Garcons dresses that I feel so elegant wearing.
My sister was always very motherly, babysitting and stuff.
It’s cool cause my sister is older than me and we went to the same high school, so by the time I got to high school, I got the lowdown on all the teachers and everything.