My brain must have taken in the information, but for a split second refused to process it.

The body was still and dead, the brain was just taking a little longer.

I told them that my brain couldn't take any more.

Gray's brain took a moment to return to a functioning state.

Deprived of enough blood, his brain took him to the place where he'd met Heather.

Age is a factor; older brains take longer to recover.

Maybe the brain takes a while to find the right memory.

As soon as those two ideas came together, my brain took fire.

Here the brain takes the sounds of language and converts them into words.

"How can any possible brain take so much of this stuff without damage?"