“In short, I was no Milton Glaser. I visited him some years back when he happened to be working on a watercolor. While listening to music and chatting with me and, at one point, taking a telephone call, his brush and tongue never paused. No, I had to compensate for the lack of my natural talent — and what my hand could not easily do, my head and heart had to supplement.”
— R. O. Blechman, On the One Hand / On the Other Hand