Some great writers have the wonderful ability to compress a wealth of meaning into very few words. Here's one of my favourite examples:
' Now came still evening on'
From Paradise Lost (John Milton)
When I think about those few words, in the context of the book, the sentence conjures up feelings of expectancy, menace, inevitability, even mortality.
�A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out.�
Antoine de Saint Exup�ry, Southern Mail
Saint Exupe'ry was a famous early aviator who also had a fantastic flare for describing the mystique of flight... When France was still capable of producing such men...
I actually think pretty much everything Milton wrote has this impact.... Like no other writer, he compresses so much into a very few words, which is why his writing is so rich and epic and stunning. Thanks for your post!