My brain had been repeatedly telling me this ever since it happened.

We might do a second take, but most normal brains can tell the difference between a man and the Moon.

The hands never get bloody, but the brain can't tell the difference.

If only his tired brain would tell him what it was.

I asked before my brain could tell me it was a stupid question.

But his brain told him to try and find out.

Just about five feet, was what his brain told him.

"You'd think anyone with half a brain could tell what killed somebody!"

But his brain told him it had to be there.

My brain was telling me that I had to accept the reality of the situation.