“He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.”
“Any man could, if he were so inclined, be the sculptor of his own brain.”
“Bein' rich is having leftovers. Good leftovers make yo' tongue fly outta yo' mouth and smack yo' brains out.”
“He who will not use the thoughts of other men's brains proves that he has no brains of his own.”
“He unzipped his pants and his brains fell out.”
“...what could be more vexing than to be feted on his birthday when he wants nothing so much as to retreat in solitude to ponder the approach of his own mortality?”