1 As he stood stiffly in the cornfield, an old crow comforted him. “If you only had brains in your head you would be as good a man as any of them. Brains are the only things worth having in this world, no matter whether one is a crow or a man.”
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2 This young man told Duke Senior of his meeting in the Forest of Arden with a worthy fool. “In his brain, which is as dry as the remainder biscuit after voyage — he hath strange places cramm’d with observation, the which he vents in mangled form.”
3 He burgled Susan’s flat to retrieve a message he had left on her answerphone. From it, Dirk’s voice spoke directly to him! His brain began to buzz gently and suck its thumb. Lots of little synapses deep inside his cerebral cortex all joined hands and started dancing around and singing nursery rhymes.
4 Asked why he stood on his head, “in my youth,” he said, “I feared it might injure the brain;But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again”.
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5 Puzzling over a case concerning some orange pips, he remarked: “A man should keep his little brain stocked with all the furniture he is likely to use and the rest he can put away in the lumber room of his library, where he can get at it if he wants it.”
6 The Broken Drum Inn erupted in a fireball. A stray thought, wandering through the dimensions in search of a mind to harbour it, slid into this magician’s brain. “Here’s a fine mess you’ve got me into,” he moaned to Twoflower. “Mad!” commented the Weasel, later. “All wizards get like that. It’s the quicksilver fumes. Rots their brains. Mushrooms, too.”
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7 Typing his opinion of man, this insect said: “His scutellated occiput has holes somewhere inside and there, no doubt, two pints or so of scrambled brains reside.” Should bugs sting him on the dome, “they might pierce through that osseus rind, find the brains at home and in the convolutions lay eggs with fancies fraught”.
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8 “Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear, A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing.” This creature “that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won’t believe”.