Eduardo GaleanoI have never killed anybody, it is true, but it is because I lacked the courage or the time, not because I lacked the desire
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The quote is used to explain that he never killed anyone because he had neither the courage nor the time. The writer himself says that is true but that's not why he hasn't killed anyone. To become a murderer takes both courage and time. He hasn't killed anyone because he hasn't had either.
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