Scratching Quotes

“She closes her eyes, and I can see the moisture. She’s deep-breathing again, and I notice her hands are clutched around the opposing wrists, nails digging in deep, hard, scratching. Pain to replace pain.”
― Jasinda Wilder, Falling Into You

“It's just not as hot without biting, scratching, and spanking, involved.”
― Jennifer Salaiz

“They scribble on notepads,
the sound of their pens
scratching the judgemental air.”
― Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain

“Real scratching is superior to masturbation, in my opinion.”
― Samuel Beckett, The Complete Short Prose, 1929-1989

“Quinns always come at half price, about half the time, and half-naked, even during the colder half of winter. A Quinn is like a queen, but draggier, and cheaper to buy and use for personal gain, unless you’re suspicious that you’re poor and illiterate like Jarod Kintz, in which case Quinns could be the spirits of your dead relatives, come to haunt you until you gather a massive fortune through selling books on the internet, to send some back in time through a portal you bought from the NSA, so they would have lived better lives without having to move a finger for their fortune. Oh, yah, and since they aren’t - they’re blue, like smurfs, yet they turn purple whenever tickled on the belly, which is something they seem to rather dislike, since they start biting and scratching when it happens, for no good reason, I might add.”
― Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“Writing is a bitch. It's an itch that I love to scratch.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, ACross Tic

“Real scratching is superior to masturbation, in my opinion. One can masturbate up to the age of seventy, and even beyond, but in the end it becomes a mere habit. Whereas to scratch myself properly I would have needed a dozen hands. I itched all over, on the privates, in the bush up to the navel, under the arms, in the arse, and then patches of eczema and psoriasis that I could set raging merely by thinking of them. It was in the arse I had the most pleasure, I stuck in my forefinger up to the knuckle. Later, if I had to shit, the pain was atrocious. But I hardly shat any more.”
― Samuel Beckett, First Love and Other Novellas

“…reunions, she felt, were not much more than a scratching at the vague itch of memory. And like scratching, they rarely helped—indeed, scratching often made matters worse, as any dermatologist would tell you.”
― Alexander McCall Smith, At the Reunion Buffet

“Scratching my soul, I learned to repair it.”
― Corina Abdulahm Negura