Neath tile or thatch That man is rich Who has a scratch For every itch.
What an incredibly proud moment as a Canadian to have the Canadian flag on the left shoulder of your space suit, looking at the Canadian logos on the robotic arm in the payload bay of the space shuttle, and there's the Orbiter Boom Sensor System, which was an extension of the Canadarm to inspect the tiles underneath the orbiter. It struck me that there were more Canadian logos in space than any other country's I saw.
Noticing when the stoplights are in sync, or calculating the length of your strides between floor tiles - normal people notice that kind of stuff, but a certain kind of person will do some calculations.
Rent-a-tile' means when you go to a dance hall, some people take the middle of the dance floor and do their thing.
Fine, dandy, she thought. Then lose the shirt, peel off those leather pants, and lie down on my tile. We'll take turns being on the bottom.
Your wallet will be stolen, you'll get fat, slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel and crack your hip.
If I had to pick one artist to tile my bathroom I would go with MC Escher.
You can't climb a tile wall.
I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.
Unhappiness doesn't grow on the chest like leprosy. Poverty won't fall off the roof like a loose tile, no; poverty and unhappiness are man's doing.
As before the collapse, the setting sun brushed the tiles, brought out the warm brown glow on the wallpaper, and hung the shadow of the birch on the wall as if it were a woman's scarf.
There was a message written in pencil on the tiles by the roller towel. This was it: What is the purpose of life? Trout plundered his pockets for a pen or pencil. He had an answer to the question. But he had nothing to write with, not even a burnt match. So he left the question unanswered, but here is what he would have written, if he had found anything to write with: To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
I can install toilets. I know all about the wax ring. I can tile floors. I'm learning how to do basic wiring.
I'm the paté on the Universal cracker. I'm the grout holding your shower tiles on. I'm out of the saddle, sprinting up that hill and eating glazed donut bracelets off the right arm of Jesus.
