Artists, by definition innocent, don't steal. But they do borrow without giving back.
Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced.
The Great don't innovate, they fertilize seeds planted by lackeys, they leave to others the inhaling of the flowers whose roots they've manured. A deceptive memory may be the key to their originality.
Minor artists borrow, great ones steal.
There are no fascinating people, only their works are fascinating.
Quarrels in France strengthen a love affair, in America they end it.