Charles Kuralt Quotes (52 Quotes)

I could tell you which writer's rhythms I am imitating. It's not exactly plagiarism, it's falling in love with good language and trying to imitate it.

It's best to leap into something you know you love. You might change your mind later, but that is the privilege of youth.

The sparrows are preparing for winter, each one dressed in a plain brown coat and singing a cheerful song.

Just by luck, I picked good heroes to worship.

I recognize that I had a good deal of good luck in my life. I came along at a time when it was pretty easy to get a job in journalism. I went to work at CBS News when I was about 22, and within a year or so was reporting on the air.

I don't think I had a reputation as a hard worker, but inside I was always being eaten up by the pressures.

For a while there, I was a stringer. The expression comes from the old habit of stringing together the column inches that you had written. They'd measure it and pay you 10 cents an inch for your printed copy.

Kids are always asked, What are you going to be when you grow up? I needed an answer. So instead of saying, a fireman, or a policeman, I said, a reporter.

I used to think that driving, sleepless, ambitious labor was what you needed to succeed.

Look for joy in your life; it's not always easy to find.

I believe that writing is derivative. I think good writing comes from good reading.

I don't have any well-developed philosophy about journalism. Ultimately it is important in a society like this, so people can know about everything that goes wrong.

My mother, at least twice, cancelled our family's subscription to the newspaper I was working on, because she was so mad about its treatment of my father.

Since my retirement, I've spent a lot of time trying to help the School of Social Work at the University of North Carolina. A society like this just can't afford an uneducated underclass of citizens.

Now that I look back on it, having retired from being a reporter, it was kind of romantic. It was a wonderful way to live one's life, just as I imagined it would be when I was 6 or 7.

When we become a really mature, grown-up, wise society, we will put teachers at the center of the community, where they belong. We don't honor them enough, we don't pay them enough.

I didn't like the competitiveness of big-time journalism.

You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.

I think all those people I did stories about measured their own success by the joy their work was giving them.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

I'm not any kind of social reformer.

I suppose I was a little bit of what would be called today a nerd. I didn't have girlfriends, and really I wasn't a very social boy.

If there are bleachers in heaven and a warm sun, that's where you'll find Bill Veeck.

TV critics, who traditionally hate television and make their living writing about it, often didn't like what I did on the air.

It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country isn't in flames, that there are people in the country besides politicians, entertainers, and criminals.

A country so rich that it can send people to the moon still has hundreds of thousands of its citizens who can't read. That's terribly troubling to me.

I would love to write something that people would still read 50 or 100 years from now. That comes with growing older, I think.

To read the papers and to listen to the news... one would think the country is in terrible trouble. You do not get that impression when you travel the back roads and the small towns do care about their country and wish it well.

Thanks to the Interstate Highway System, it is now possible to travel across the country from coast to coast without seeing anything.

The first books I was interested in were all about baseball. But I can't think of one single book that changed my life in any way.

I remember being in the public library and my jaw just aching as I looked around at all those books I wanted to read. There just wasn't time enough to read everything I wanted to read.

My parents encouraged me in everything I ever wanted to do.

In television, everything is gone with the speed of light, literally. It is no field for anybody with intimations of immortality.

There is such a thing as a national conscience, and it can be touched.

I can't say that I've changed anybody's life, ever, and that's the real work of the world, if you want a better society.

There are a lot of people who are doing wonderful things, quietly, with no motive of greed, or hostility toward other people, or delusions of superiority.

I wasn't a very discriminating reader. I read just about everything that came along.

I saw how many people were poor and how many kids my age went to school hungry in the morning, which I don't think most of my contemporaries in racially segregated schools in the South thought very much about at the time.

I didn't know what narcissism was until I beheld my own naricssus.

We always take credit for the good and attribute the bad to fortune.

I don't think one should ever come to my stage of life and have to look back and say, Gosh. I wish I hadn't spent all those years doing that job I was never really interested in.

The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.

When I was a little boy I used to borrow my father's hat, and make a press card to stick in the hat band. That was the way reporters were always portrayed in the movies.

I would like to explore some side roads in life while I am still in good health and good spirits.

Good teachers know how to bring out the best in students.

It was so much fun to have the freedom to wander America, with no assignments. For 25 or 30 years I never had an assignment. These were all stories I wanted to do myself.

I had a little insight into life that most kids probably didn't have. My mother was a schoolteacher, and my father was a social worker. Through his eyes I saw the underside of society.

It was cold out there, bitter, biting, cutting, piercing, hyperborean, marmoreal cold, and there were all these Minnesotans running around outdoors, happy as lambs in the spring.

When I worked in Los Angeles covering hard news, very often when something important would happen I'd be off in the woods covering something unimportant, which was more interesting to me.

an incredible wealth of human kindness.