“I crossed the invisible barrier between us.”

“Why were there so many barriers between us, always? Barriers of clothing, of etiquette, of time and age and reason.”

“Most Christians seem to have two kinds of lives, their so-called real life and their so-called religious one. Not (C. S.) Lewis. The barrier so many of us find between the visible and the invisible world was just not there for him. It had become natural for Lewis to live ordinary life in a supernatural way.”

“He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.”

“I don’t see anybody,” he whispered to the two figures behind him. “No gates or locks, neither. Do you think maybe they’re using invisible barriers or something?”

“Once you'd broken through that invisible barrier that separates one person from another, you were connected forever, whether you liked it or not.”