“I enjoy scratching itches on my body with my beard stubble. The worst though is when my lower back itches.”

“My fingernail itches. I need to scratch it with my skin.”

“I named my car Itch, not because it’s all scratched up, though it is, but because it got under my skin without tickling my fancy.”

“I stitched an itch to my side. As far as surgeries go, I’m just barely scratching the surface.”

“He listened some more; then he come tiptoeing down and stood right between us; we could a touched him, nearly. Well, likely it was minutes and minutes that there warn't a sound, and we all there so close together. There was a place on my ankle that got to itching, but I dasn't scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back, right between my shoulders. Seemed like I'd die if I couldn't scratch. Well, I've noticed that thing plenty times since. If you are with the quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy—if you are anywheres where it won't do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upwards of a thousand places. Pretty soon Jim says:”

“Fill what’s empty, empty what’s full, and scratch where it itches, your Grace. That’s my motto.”