Banishing Quotes

“I think ritual is most effective as a means of helping you work on and with yourself. I don't believe in "casting spells" or "cursing" other people. If you have that desire, I'd suggest you do a cleansing/banishing/liberation ritual to free yourself of the need to control another person rather than wasting any more energy on the subject in question. Master yourself and you'll no longer feel the need to master others.”
― Shiva Honey, The Devil's Tome: A Book of Modern Satanic Ritual

“It's not often that the type of laughter emitted by a specific type of person is distinctive enough to warrant its own terminology, but the laughter of witches does in fact possess a quality of anarchic power that is equaled only by the muaahaahaha of villains and the hilarity of the manic.”
― Mya Spalter, Enchantments: A Modern Witch's Guide to Self-Possession

“Well, that’s about the size of it. You haven’t been good to me. Or Hi. And the world would be a better place without you. At least, our corner of it.”
“Elsie, come on. We can figure this out.” Jed recovered his swagger, despite the piss-stained pants. That confidence that he could charm his way out of the situation, even one as sad and dire as this one.
“Get out,” she said. “And don’t ever show your face around here again. Or in Kinney. Or anywhere there’s a person who knows you. You’re dead to me. And if you show up again, I can guarantee you’ll be dead to everyone else, too. Graveyard dead.
“I won’t save you from the Strong sisters a second time.”
She looked at the note in her hand, folded it. “Your parents will be sad to read this. But they love Hi. Don’t worry. We’ll be more than all right without you.”
Jed’s face registered first shock, incredulity. And then: anger. He looked furiously from sister to sister, hoping for a chink in the mortar, a break in the wall of their solidarity.
None was forthcoming.
He shook his head. “You Strongs think you’ve got it all figured out, and better’n everyone else. Even God Almighty. I’m glad to be rid of the lot of you.”
He started toward the loft door but then paused, glancing towards Shine’s pistol, which still lay on the floor.
“Don’t even think about it,” Rebecca said. “And leave your nag where she is or I’ll shoot her out from under you. Dead men don’t have need of horses. You’re lucky to walk out of here on your own two feet.
“And no necktie.”
― Michelle Collins Anderson, The Moonshine Women